The poet will point to the moving clouds & the sway of the treetops…& he will teach them to smell history in the wind, to touch it in stones polished by the river, & to recognize its taste by chewing certain herbs, without hurry, as one chews on sadness. — Eduardo Galeano, "Memory of Fire"
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