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Si-o-seh Pol at night
| Today we relax in Farhad’s house. A warm desert wind rustles through the fronts of the palm tree in the backyard. Mr & Mrs P arrive by bus from Tehran. In the afternoon Mrs P asks if I would like to join her shopping in the bazaar of Kerman, but I don’t have the energy for anything. |