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Cobalt Blue Eyes                                                          The afternoon has cleared up at last                                                         And the rain is thoroughly falling                                                         Or maybe it fell. Rain is a thing                                                         That indeed happens in the past.                                                          Jorge Luis Borges, The Rain It had been a long time since I went to parties. I secluded myself in my beach houseContinue reading “Cobalt Blue Eyes. Fiction by Marcelo Medone”