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1 " Tratan de que sus cuerpos sean suyos: los renuevan, los redecoran, el cuerpo no solo como obra sino como objeto de expresión, como relación simbiótica entre la imaginación y la realidad. "
― A.M. Homes , Days of Awe: Stories
2 " It is the kind of day that farmers, when there were still farmers, would have dreamed of. The sky is brilliant blue, the plants are newly green, the air as fresh and clean as though it has been washed, tumbled dry, and neatly folded the night before. It is the kind of day you never forget. "
3 " She's giving herself a cold, hard look in the bathroom mirror. She is thinking about what they both do; they are professional witnesses, reminding others to pay attention, keeping the experience alive, hoping that the memory will prevent it from happening again. She is wondering what they're both so afraid of that it has stopped them from living their own lives. "
4 " In the afternoon the wind shifts, becoming hot, urgent, swirling, picking up whatever it can lift, twirling what it carries, around the houses, the trees, the town, up to the mountain, in a kind of rhythmic, purposeful, twisting, turning dance, as if trying to shake something off, trying to get relief. "
5 " Her eyes sweep the room, looking for him and glad not to see him -- as long as he's not somewhere else, avoiding her. "