"For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears."
Octavio Paz, poet, diplomat, Nobel laureate (1914-1998)
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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