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From Gabriel Garcia Marquez:

October 1, 2017

I took leave of my brother, crossed the veranda where the cats were sleeping curled up among the tulips, and opened the bedroom door without knocking. The lights were out, but as soon as I went in I caught the smell of a warm woman and I saw the eyes of an insomniac leopard in the darkness, and then I didn’t know anything else about myself until the bells began to ring.

– Chronicle of a Death Foretold



peyote vision, cameron

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