In the last years of her life, Hebe Uhart read as much fiction as nonfiction, but she preferred writing crónicas, she used to say, because she felt that what the world had to offer was more interesting than her own experience or imagination.
Yesterday I was riding the 92. The bus was half-empty and a woman of about sixty or seventy caught my eye...
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