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No One Pays Attention To These Killings, But The Secret Of The World Is Hidden In Them.

The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A Carnivorous Flower.

Reading Is More Important Than Writing.

Even On The Poorest Streets People Could Be Heard Laughing. Some Of These Streets Were Completely Dark, Like Black Holes, And The Laughter That Came From Who Knows Where Was The Only Sign, The Only Beacon That Kept Residents And Strangers From Getting Lost.

Death, In The Eastern Tradition, Was Only A Passage. What Wasn't Clear ... Was Toward What Place, What Reality, That Passage Led.