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San Narciso was a name, an incident among our climactic records of dreams and what dreams became among our accumulated daylight, a moment's squall-line or tornado's touchdown among the higher, more continental solemnities—storm-systems of group suffering and need, prevailing winds of affluence. There was the true continuity, San Narciso had no boundaries. No one knew yet how to draw them. She had dedicated herself, weeks ago, to making sense of what Inverarity had left behind, never suspecting that the legacy was America.
마지막 부분이 너무 인상깊어서 읽고 또 읽고 햇던 기억이 잇네요...갑자기 '그 문장이 뭐엿더라'하고 찾아보니 다시 읽어도 너무 좋아 여기도 올려봐요
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