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Hundreds of meters away, above the clouds. Farther, far beyond everything. You are hiding, Susana. Hiding in the immensity of God. Where I cannot reach you or see you and where my words do not reach. –Pedro Páramo, by Juan Rulfo. |
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Glue
Spring
Discussions in Bioethics: A Chronic Problem
Adrift
The Maiden Tower
Cannibals
U Up?
Mr. Postman
Explicit Television
Nightswimming
Americano
Sick
By this River
Like a Kiss from Jesus
Out Now
Quelque chose de mal
A Naked Boy
Cash for Gold
(un)Sunny
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