Three candles burn in their glass containers on the table, looking like three people talking at a cocktail party, or at a family reunion, or in a compartment in one of the old trains I loved so much, with two couches facing each other, and a sliding glass door, where you would meet people from different countries, and, tossed together by fate and knowin…
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