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On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden.
One Hundred Years of Solitude (book) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Language: English
Submitted by: deroche1
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