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…e until they tumble, spilling across the ground.And watch the summer leaves turn Autumn colors. My mother just hands reach away, her arms open in understanding. Maybe she’ll be the one sitting near the Seine River and the Eiffel Tower,a glass of champagne in her hand.
Ashley Malecha
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Beautiful. 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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