We are Made of

On his deathbed, a man of the vineyards spoke into Marcela’s ear. Before dying, he revealed his secret:

“The grape,” he whispered, “is made of wine.”

Marcela Perez-Silva told me this, and I thought: If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are.

Eduardo Galeano, from The Book of Embraces

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