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El viento azotaba los altos del valle, arrojando su rencor a las fustigadas hojas de los sauces. Sobre su cabeza el cielo se tornaba de una tonalidad ocre, despidiendo lágrimas que arrastraban el sudor que emergía de su rostro descompuesto; su respiración entrecortada y jadeante acompasaba el sonido de la tupida hierba reseca aplastada sin miramientos bajo sus desnudos pies.

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