When I first laid eyes on her child, I k once what I’d long and mistakenly recalled about Shekure’s face. Like Orhan’s face, hers was thin, though her was lohan what I remembered. So, then the mouth of my beloved was surely smaller and narrower than I imagi to be. For a dozen years, as I ventured from city to city, I’d widened Shekure’s mouth out of desire and had imagined her lips to be more pert, fleshy and irresistible, like a large, shiny cherry.
Had I taken Shekure’s portrait with me, rendered iyle of the Veian masters, I wouldn’t have felt such loss during my long travels when I could scarcely remember my beloved, whose face I’d left somewhere behind me. For if a lover’s face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.
Meeting Shekure’s you son and speaking with him, seeing his face up close and kissing him, aroused in me a restlessness peculiar to the luckless, to murderers and to sinners. An inner voice urged me o……（内容加载失败！）
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