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As he sipped his coffee, a woman carrying a briefcase stopped at a heavy wooden door, let herself in.
He walked through the slanting streets to the mosque entrance; yellow hallways, low ceilings, damp heat. He came out to a courtyard garden, puddles of green water, plants and flowers growing half-wild along the tiled archway, inlaid with blue and white and green. He thought, this is some kind of peace.
He noticed her a second time, while it started to rain.
(d'après le roman
de Maggie Helwig
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