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mujeres amasaban tortillas y las cocían sobre la piedra caliente. Las niñas iban y venían trayendo agua del río. Él miraba el marco de la puerta y la
Israela reverberaba la villa; la Fausta y la Margarita amasaban pan y tortillas esos sabores soñados que ramoncito vendía. apenas siendo yo un chango soñé
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