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Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.

Italo Calvino

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Italo Calvino
Age: 62 †
Born: 1923
Born: January 15
Died: 1985
Died: September 19
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Santiago de Compostela de las Vegas
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