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  Bright horsehair slipping off my fingers. You are the love of my whole existence. A love that, before becoming mine, has been somebody else’s. Now that my hands, dead branches made insensitive by age and illness, are no more...
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  It was 5 p.m. when Giuseppe Zaninelli, known as Pino, entered the living room of the old farmhouse he shared with Ernesta, his seventy-five-year-old mother. As was her habit at that time of the day, the elderly teacher was...

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Barbara Ungar – Your Mother Serves Tongue

How could you put another creature’s tongue into your mouth? How could you bite, chew, swallow? Cannibal. Obscene. How could you tell the difference between a cow’s tongue and its delicious rump?...