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She stepped out of the moonlight.
The old man laughed, his beard trembling. "Ah, that is not a Kurdish word, little one. I heard it long ago from a traveler who came from the land of rivers and spice. He said it means something like… 'the dance where you cannot tell what is real from what is a dream.'" ramaiya vastavaiya kurdish
Then the note faded.