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Check out our February feature of folktales from the Qatari oral tradition.
from the February 2009 issue

December 2nd, 1997, at Night

A blizzard lures us toward Poland,
bringing us almost to the border.
We should have turned north at Dresden, instead
headed due East, to halt in open farmland
whose sound is the lightest of rumbles.
Later, filling up in a prison town,
I realize we never noticed
the Chopin on the radio.

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