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“There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.”

Quote by Juan Rulfo

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Juan Rulfo
Juan Rulfo

Juan Rulfo was a Mexican writer known for his concise and profound literary style. His works, often set in the Mexican countryside, delve into the complexities of human nature, society, and culture. more

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