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What I Packed

Noor Haddad

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Not the photographs — those I had memorized.Not the key; the lock is rubble now.I packed the recipe for my mother's breadand have never once had the nerve to make it,

afraid it will come out wrong, or worse, exactly right,and the kitchen will fill with a house that isn't there.Some things you keep precisely by not using.

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