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You stand in a country not your own. The ruins of the oldest city in Syria. The excavations opened in a country whose cravings you begin to understand. The sky as a whole toward whose reason the birds turn as a departure from this earth. How a people stay with you. How your attempts are a varmint in the way things work. Your tactics not solid as these digs, but you feel the blue glassware as you pack the plane that lifts it from the land.