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“También teníamos intereses menos trascendentes, que parecían mucho más importantes que la certidumbre de que la Tierra se extinguiría, para lo cual faltaban millones de años, y de que nosotros mismos moriríamos, para lo cual parecía faltar aún más tiempo.”

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Book:Reunion
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Reunion

This book delves into the complexities of family dynamics, the impact of past events on present lives, and the journey towards healing and forgiveness. more

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