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In the deep darkness before dawn on the third day after the funeral, the voice woke him. Come now, Jeremy. It is time. And while his mama slept, he began his descent in the predawn darkness, scooting down the steeper part of the hill.
Jay Squires
Mario López-Goicoechea
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What a 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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