One Hundred Years of Solitude

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when he arrived.


            One hot dawn    they    both

woke up in alarm at an urgent
knocking on the street door. It
was a dark old man with large
green eyes that gave his face
a ghostly phosphorescence
and with a cross of ashes on
his forehead. His clothing in
tatters, his shoes cracked, the
old knapsack on his shoulder
his only luggage, he looked
like a beggar, but his bearing

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