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From Beatriz Hausner:

November 3, 2015

There is the poverty of death, its strange finality, a kind of reduction of all magnificence to the purest, most elemental of states. I wept silently, as I contemplated the remains of the one who had accompanied me through the months, the years, forcing me to understand disgust as the dark side of pleasure.

– From Enter the Raccoon

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