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33 Café A downpour has ended and now the peaceful, steady kind of light that’s after, little spits of rain left in the wind still. A child, crying and crying hysterically, until he is shuddering convulsively, leaves off, and when this happens the same feeling of steadiness. He sits across from his mother, shivering every now and then. In a minute he will return to his drawing. If you are with someone who does not say anything to you, who does not touch you or ask anything of you but goes on sitting across from you and after a time goes back to her book, that’s grace. It returns the world already in progress: steaming milk, opening newspapers. And a man walks in carrying a birdcage. ...

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