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I had chance to find some of my lost family by the Dead Sea.  We strolled the clipped gardens of a seaside hotel as tho we were staying there.  On the veranda we sipped coffee and filled our lungs with the smoke of flavored shisheh.  Someone asked if I was American.question-in-the-air2.jpg  

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I look down to see a hair curled along the ground. As I bend down to get a better view, the hair flusters and folds. I can see neither an end nor a beginning.

Taking its gage between my fingers, I realize the hair is born of my chin, still attached.
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

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