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AND THEN AS FULL MOON CIRCLED BACK TO FULL MOON
A YOUNG MAN, WHOM I MET WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED, SAID:
YES, I KNOW A PALINDROME IN MY LANGUAGE.
A “KABK”, A BIRD, A PARTRIDGE IN ENGLISH.
IT’S WRITTEN THE SAME FORWARD AS IT IS BACKWARD.
ON FRIDAYS OLD MEN BRING THEM TO THE FORMER WOMEN’S GARDEN.
BUT UNDER TALIBAN RULE
IT WAS FORBIDDEN TO KEEP THEM
OR ANY OTHER WINGED CREATURES
LOCKED IN CAGES.





photos April 2002
Kabul, Afghanistan
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