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Cocora Valley

I felt my feet, wet from dew on the grass. I walked in the valley of palms, my mind filled with light, light like the sun penetrating my skin. I felt the wind through my Leer más…

Carta a mi profesora

Dear teacher, Walking through the streets of my city I met you; you my dear first grade teacher of elementary school.  My heart was filled with joy to find you but at the same time Leer más…