The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. . There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. He stepped quickly towards her. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion.
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