Nessa noite em que a ventania soprara com um pouco menos de sanha e o nascer do sol espalhava finalmente uma luz dourada sobre os móveis, ainda pálida, anunciando o fim do vendaval lá fora, começava a tempestade na sua vida.

-Carla M. Soares

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