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“The sea soaks my ankles and then recedes, it soaks my knees, then my thighs; it wraps its tender arm around my waist and caresses my breasts; it embraces my neck and presses against my shoulders. I immerse myself in the sea, fully. I give myself over to its steady force, its gentle possession, holding nothing back”

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Book:Pedro Páramo
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Pedro Páramo

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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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