One Hundred Years of Solitude

normally wrote. The
problems were not solved
overnight, because a few
hours after she had tied the
string to the shears it was not
long enough for her to cut
with, as if the elves had
shortened it. The same thing
happened to her with the
string to the pen and even
with her own arm which after
a short time of writing could
not reach the inkwell. Neither
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