One day, I was walking in the park where Rumi and I used to meet. I went to the tree where we had made our vows. When I saw a woman. It was her; everything was the same: her face, her eyes, and her figure. She looked at me and I looked at her. I hoped she would recognize me. I called her by her name: "Rumi..." She looked at me, confused, and said: How do you know my name? Do we know each other?
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