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Essays We gave my old couch to a family of Cubans who came to America, a family who could no longer go on living under Castro and still call their lives their own. More than anything else in the world I liked music. If anyone were to ask what kind of music I preferred in my childhood, what instrument or musician, I’d have to say it was the sound of a scythe being hammered. |
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