I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Just another Day
Today went by quickly. We woke up late, missed church, and took the bus to Walmart for a few things. I wish my car was…
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