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“A un pedazo de su jardín se irán los trozos de arena cenicienta que se volvieron sus ojos claros, su voz, su memoria, su pasión desesperada por la vida y por los hijos de su esposo Carlos, los hijos que nos hemos reunido hoy en la tarde, a pensar bajo qué árbol los pondremos.”

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Book:La emoción de las cosas

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