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شب‌ها، پیش از خواب، به دستانم عطر می‌زنم. بعد کتاب می‌خوانم، چند صفحه‌ای. انگار تمام کلمات کتاب معطر می‌شوند. نفس عمیق می‌کشم کلمات معطر را، هم‌چون هوا. آن وقت انگار، عطر جاری می‌شود در خوابم.

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