My father’s earliest memory is of lying on a red Persian carpet under a brown dining table. He is three years old. He is trying to decipher the symmetrical patterns in the carpet… as if they signified something; something hidden, yet knowable. He tries to explain this to his mother but he lacks the words. […]
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