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today i saw an old and deaf-mute woman
I understood her, from the signs she was doing when speaking to another old woman to live a life without hearing sounds is worse than sleeping without dreams is worse than tasting some goodness without feeling their relish later there came in an old and blind man his appearance stand me up in a moment like some strong current touched me he made a movement in my direction and gave me a smile to live a life without seeing the green of grass children's smile or sparkle of eyes is worse than being deaf-mute is worse than walking in a winter morning with make-up on your face and the tears involuntarily fill up your eyes with a swarty and brittle crust and to want to grab your eyes but to step on a line like it would be an easy day of summer i don't know what is worse in this world to be born or to die
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