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When the black smoke and steam settled, all that remained were smiling faces. My son was talking. Firefighters and police were in groups, laughing and having conversations. And for a brief moment during the depths of isolation, I was no longer alone.
Andrew J. DiMeo, Sr., Ph.D.
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Great 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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