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A death of a friend takes you away from part of yourself, maybe even the better, brighter part of yourself, but the death of my mother removed the world from me.
...they recognized each other like italics.
![Luis García Guerrero (Mexican, 1921-1996), Los Panes [Breads], 1972. Oil on masonite, 33.3 x 22.2 cm.](https://images.are.na/eyJidWNrZXQiOiJhcmVuYV9pbWFnZXMiLCJrZXkiOiIxOTE2NzQ4NC9vcmlnaW5hbF9iZjBiOWZjZjdkZjZkMjliN2I4YTZmMWEwZjcxY2JhYS5qcGciLCJlZGl0cyI6eyJyZXNpemUiOnsid2lkdGgiOjMxNSwiaGVpZ2h0IjozMTUsImZpdCI6Imluc2lkZSIsIndpdGhvdXRFbmxhcmdlbWVudCI6dHJ1ZX0sIndlYnAiOnsicXVhbGl0eSI6ODV9LCJwbmciOnsicXVhbGl0eSI6ODV9LCJyb3RhdGUiOm51bGx9fQ==)
