'Maman', said Annaïse, her voice strangely weak. 'Here is the water.' A thin blade of silver came forward in the plain and the peasants...
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At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mounta...
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She cried and prayed, but what good are prayers and orations when comes this last hour that the Book talks about: when the moon goes out and t...
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Education is a necessity, it helps to understand life. Like that compagnero in Cuba who talked about politics, back when they were on strike. ...
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We sing the funeral, as goes the custom, with the hymn of the Dead. But Manuel, he chose a hymn for the living: the song of the coumbite, the ...
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Oh sure, everyone goes back to the earth at some point, but life itself is a thread that is never broken, never lost. Do you know why? Because...
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