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And dry my tormented hair...
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then run your earnest hand
over my neck.
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You must do it, Pedro.
:28:23
You...
:28:26
who were the first
to open our mother.
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You...
:28:34
gifted with the saintity
pertaining to an elder brother.
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It was Ana.
:28:47
It was Ana.
:28:54
It was Ana.
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It was Ana.
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Ana...
:29:22
When I saw my brother covering
his face with his hands...
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it was clear to me that
he was seeking support.
:29:31
He was definitely in search of
some solid, hard ground.
:29:35
I could even hear
his cries for help.
:29:41
But when he suddenly got
deeply still, it was my Father.
:29:47
I also thought it was maybe
an exercise of patience...
:29:49
in which we'd withdraw...
:29:52
to consult in darkness
the elders' texts...
:29:55
the noble,
ancestral pages...
:29:59
but in my trance,
his pain didn't matter any longer...