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“It was April, the sky and the sea were so clear that it was difficult to hold one’s eyes up against them—salt, infinitely wide, and filled with bird-shrieks—as if someone were incessantly whetting invisible knives, on all sides, high up in Heaven.”

Sto facendo una fatica atroce non capisco se sono stata lobotomizzata a mia insaputa o se semplicemente sia una scrittura molto difficile da seguire