Photo-synthesis

By juanluisml

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Ninguno de los cuchillos cortaban lo suficiente. De ahí que mi abuelo decidiera afilarlos. Como si se tratara de un pequeño ritual... cogió su piedra desgastada por el uso y un bote con agua, y se sentó enfrente de ellos. El baile comenzó... un continuo vaivén... mientras devolvía la vida a los cuatro cuchillos.

(None of the knives were cutting the sufficient thing. Of there that my grandfather was deciding to sharpen. As if it was a question of a small ritual ... he took her stone spoiled by the use and a boat with water, and sat down opposite them. The dance began ... a continuous sway ... while he was returning the life to four knives.)

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