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Camille died the following year. They are both buried in my yard, right next to my front porch. Sometimes, I talk to them when I walk by, and after all these years they still visit me in my dreams and I cry for them.
Chevie Hanssler
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Beautiful story. 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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