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“Uzaktan, İstanbuldan uğultular geliyor,kızıl kanatlı yırtıcı kuş Menekşenin üstünde,göğsünü esen yele verip kanatlarını germiş süzülüyor,önümde İstanbul şehrinin acımasızlığının,yitmişliğinin,kendi kendini,insanlığını unutmuşluğunun,çok şeyler yitirmişliğinin bir anıtı,yüzlerce kuş başından dikilmiş bir anıtı duruyordu.(s.79)”

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Book:Kuşlar da Gitti
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