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Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers raise their crowns to greet the dawn.Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light between my bed and the infinite; Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of her white wings.
- Kahlil Gibran

Memories from Dominican Republic

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Obituaries from Dominican Republic

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