I hadn’t made it to my house when I saw a familiar face on the corner. She was holding a young hand, the eldest of Doña Cecilia and I couldn’t remember the father’s name. “Y mi[…]
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I hadn’t made it to my house when I saw a familiar face on the corner. She was holding a young hand, the eldest of Doña Cecilia and I couldn’t remember the father’s name. “Y mi[…]
For each man sees himself in the Grand Canyon – each one makes his own Canyon before he comes. Each one brings and carries away his own Canyon.-Carlsburg Traveling makes me think about mortality. Well,[…]