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“Sabía que creían recordar un calor, un ardor en las mejillas, en el cuerpo, en los brazos y las piernas, en las manos temblorosas. Pero luego despertaban siempre al tamborileo trepidante, al interminable tintineo de unos collares de perlas transparentes sobre el tejado, el sendero, los jardines, los bosques…, y los sueños se desvanecían.”

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All Summer in a Day

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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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