The agreeable eye

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Crambe repetita (29)

A redemption that smelled of peat smoke, of cabbage soup, of the wind tangled in the forest undergrowth. A redemption that smelled of mirror, thought young Reiter, nearly choking on his bread.

—Roberto Bolaño (2666, p. 654)


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