snail shells. She vomited until
dawn. She fell into a state of
feverish prostration, lost
consciousness, and her heart
went into a shameless
delirium. Úrsula, scandalized,
forced the lock on her trunk
and found at the bottom, tied
together with pink ribbons,
the sixteen perfumed letters
and the skeletons of leaves
and petals preserved in old
books and the dried
butterflies that turned to
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