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Ritratti |
 I saw
clusters of grapes, snow, tobacco, veins of metal,
steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and every grain
of sand in them; I saw a woman at Inverness whom I
shall never forget; I saw her violent switch of hair,
her proud body, the cancer in her breast; I saw a
circle of dry land in a sidewalk where formerly there
had been a tree; I saw a villa on Adrogué . . .
And on and on and on.
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