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Poverty so complete that it cannot even name its own unhappiness is the hardest thing for a writer to touch.
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A life nobody notices is still lived with its own strange, stubborn contentment.
La hora de la estrella
The sky above the clouds looked empty only because no one had flown high enough to meet what lives there.
The Horror of the Heights