This idea keeps coming back to me, and even though I question the components featured, intuitively it sounds right. Another pithy commentary on the nature of stories.
What story can be conceived without a tear, without song, without a book or a prayer?
Source: Mia Couto, The Tuner of Silences, trans. David Brookshaw (Biblioasis, 2012 (2009)), p. 48
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