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Sometimes she’d compare herself to the fruits, and despising her external appearance, she’d eat herself internally, full of living juice as she was.

The potato was unsurpassed as food. She realized this, and it was a light hallelujah.

hahahahha. this book is so good. everything is an epiphany! you were born yesterday and you were born again today! the sky is blue! hallelujah!

chicas este libro me da unas ganas de vivir inmensas que no puedo experimentar en estos instantes (te efe ge) y me duele TANTO

that the taste of the fruit is in the contact of the fruit with the palate and not in the fruit itself.

Only the person herself can express to herself the inexpressible smell of raw fish—not in words: the only way of expressing it is to feel it once again.

ostras