The intimacy of learning to enjoy your own company. That feeling of being completely at peace and at home with yourself is unmatched.
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sekar: laras sekar by johnathan andytan
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“My orange, my pomegranate,” said Irene Worth in her beautifully modulated voice, “the flaming candle that lights up my pavilion.” Images of the beloved as sweet food and inner light, and then as city, as home. “My Istanbul,” she murmured, “my Baghdad and my Khorasan . . . my love from a different religion.” Such openness. This room feels suddenly like a dream of entering and leaving at will, a porous place of crossing
—Sofia Samatar, The White Mosque: A Memoir
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