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|Description:||"A fire, like a call to the stars. It is a strange dialogue of shadows; it is a strange fire, which seems to swallow the night, which seems to swallow you whole; it is a strange fire, which projects, in the cold of November, certain particles of something, regrets perhaps, regrets that fly away, burning, crackling, disappearing under an horizon barred with naked trees and bitter smoke."|
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