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Living in a protracted state of displacement, and forced to play witness to rude negotiations and agreements attempting to annex our Palestinian land, I dream. I dream that I am walking alongside a never-ending wall, my feet carrying the sand from the shore. I hear the sound of the waves. I know I am walking Gaza’s sea, but I cannot see it. My grandmother whispers to me that our compass, our allegiance, will always be to the sea. Bahr Gaza. Each of us, even in exile, are inducted, thrown into the water. With our movements, we measure the sea’s parameters and boundaries.
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