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“A lo mejor estás en todas partes. Esa es la posibilidad que más me gusta. Allí arriba, en las nubes teñidas de rosa. Aquí abajo, en la humedad del amanecer. Allí donde voy, te busco. Y allí donde estoy, te veo.”

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