acabo este año igual que como lo empecé: intentando escribir. Comenzaré el que viene igual que como lo acabaré: intentando escribir. I may never write more than a whole page again, and I may never write a complete story again. But words are my curse and my freedom, my chain and my key, my form and my name, and I cannot let them go. For I have been cursed by books.
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