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An instrument that would finally unlock time, like one night when a mother, startled and also washed in tears, unlocked a door and promised a change to two defenseless children.
Araci Matos
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Lovely 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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