Mario López-Goicoechea
Mario López-Goicoechea

May 17, 2021

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The dream washed away like the mud on a slope under torrential rains. Just to be replaced by a realistic layer of quicksand. As an adult, dreams are like quicksand. The more you hold on to them, the more they slip away.

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Vaibhav Kalekar

That's a beautifully written paragraph. Thanks. :-)

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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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