“There you’ll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You’ll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, midday, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the colour of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur… The pure murmuring of life.” – Juan Rulfo
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Life
Olivia Inkwell
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