Andrés palpó la gasa delicadamente, llevándola hacia la ventana para mirar la luz que hería el recamado. Estuvo largo rato pensativo, examinando ese objeto vivo aún pero a punto de expirar, extendido levísimo en sus brazos, brillante en medio de todo el polvo.

-José Donoso

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