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She never sends that tape back.

He presses rewind.

Rami is there, sitting in the dark, holding the recorder.

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“I don’t know how to say this properly,” he says. “But the wall between us… I climbed it today. Not to trespass. Just to see if your jasmine reaches the third branch. It does.”

“The jasmine is wilting because no one talks to it,” she says. “Except the wind. And the wind is a gossip.” Between them: a wadi that floods in winter