A short story by Gabriel García
Márquez , Strange Pilgrims, 1992
“In
reality, that was her only trade. She had been the third of eleven children
born to a prosperous shopkeeper in old Caldas, and as soon as she learned to
speak she instituted the fine custom in her family of telling dreams before
breakfast, the time when their oracular qualities are preserved in their purest
form”.
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