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Sometimes I close my eyes and crave the tangy and sweet toffee that was sold in massive-sized jars on the trains that I hadn’t tasted more than a few times because I hated making demands of my folks. But when I did, they melted on my tongue and sent such a delightful sensation down to my heart. That is how I remember my life in Sonarpur—the golden town that burns softly in my memories.
The Ordinary Scientist
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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