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There was a stonemason in Santiago (not a famous one, not the kind they write plaques for) who spent forty years carving granite for the cathedral restorations.

There is a difference.

There was a man called Xosé who worked in a textile factory outside A Corunha for thirty-one years.

The polvaria works because the woman behind the bar is the owner.

Someone showed me a letter the other day.

Every summer, three million people walk into Santiago de Compostela and photograph the cathedral.

There was an old woman in a small village who survived the Civil War.

There’s a garage in Ourense — not the fancy kind with diagnostics machines and waiting rooms with coffee, but the kind where oil has seeped into the concrete so deep it’s become part of the floor.

There’s a bar in Compostela — I won’t say which one, because then everyone would go and ruin it — where the bartender has never once asked what I want.

Or: What the man who wants to throw out all his frameworks hasn’t learned yet Look, I’m going to tell you about a blog post I read the other day.

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