"Sing! Can we not sing
as if we were warm, hand in hand,
shielded by shade from a glaring sun?
Can you not always remain this way,
stroking the fire, more beautiful than necessary, and silent?
Darkness increases; we must remain vigilant
and this distant light is our only consolation-
this imperiled flame, which from the beginning
has been flickering,
in danger of going out.
Come to me, closer and closer.
I don't want to be able to tell my hand from yours.
And let's stay awake, lest the snow smother us."
- fragment from "Distant Light" by Walid Khazindar. (rough translation)

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