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Mahare Arcudare
As the moon rises in the sky, There are women that make their hair grow and wander the deserted streets to meow on the shore of the sea, Mingling with the shadows. There are other women that grow feathers, in order to fly on the roofs of houses and watch the sea at night. Each of them fills the nostrils of the perfume of Alicudi, before traveling across the sea towards the starry s…