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After two years in absentia, I finally saw her again. But not without a little regret.
It was a sunny afternoon the day I arrived. The first step that I took off that old bus and on to the dirt road in front of our country house made my impulses beat unusually faster. The excitement and the anticipation that I felt made that day somehow more humid.
There was our main gate, with its same old dark green paint now chipped and almost rusty.
Directly behind it I saw a familiar face. Continue Reading…
