100 Years and Soledad
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
“I have let the birds go,” said the old man. “What I have left is only Soledad.”
THE old man, Salim, was already in the twilight of his years. Shaking terribly, his wrinkled index finger pointed to a dark-red washbasin filled with moss-covered stones close to the window. Soledad the turtle seemed to understand his master, raising its black yellow-striped head out of the water nodding repeatedly.
Soledad—Spanish for solitariness—was
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