DIVIDINDO CIGARROS
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Last published Thu, May 17, 2018
Em uma cidade de relações pequenas, divididas por rios, marés e prédios, é fácil de encontrar uma rede em comum de pessoas, de cruzamentos, de sentimentos compartilhados. Recife é uma cidade assim, as histórias aqui contadas são talvez depoimentos dos (sobre)viventes dessa cidade, ou talvez não, de uma mesma rede de conhecidos, onde há as mesmas pessoas em comum.
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