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Last published Tue, Feb 6, 2018
Por qué gracias a alguien escribo, siento y me expreso en el papel, como ninguna otra forma.
Cada palabra escrita en el rugoso y limpio papel, me recuerdan a él. Todos ellos van dedicados a él, es lo más justo, lo más bonito, lo más cierto.
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