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…t cleared the wayfor your persistence — but how I understoodthe little left behind of floating. Was it a beach or a desert? A caravan ofideas or a line of camels? Strung along,I let the language cross continents,so far I fled myself, and my contentment.
Andrew Conklin
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Lovely poem. 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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