At dusk
I become
Part of him
Quietly placing
Dishes in suitcases
Light yellow
Leather tones
Such a sense of grief
When you cover my eyes
And show me
The inside of your world
Fresh footed staircase
Spiraling sideways
Onto the longest corridor
Linear shadows
Of a once lived home
I am not indifferent
To your pain
I too
Have traveled
On this road
It’s a beautiful thing to have a place to go home to when you’re sad and lost. Your blog post reminded me of that moment I felt the most vulnerable ever – seeing your pictures from behind with my eyes closed because it reminds me so much of the people in my life who’ve been through tough times, still fighting for what they believe in despite all odds. Thank you for sharing your story!
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Great post about how the sound of our voices can impact others. It’s truly special to hear them call out in a moment of vulnerability when we are feeling lost and alone. Thanks for sharing your experience!
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Great post! I can feel my soul moving in the rhythm of your story. Thank you for sharing this beautiful world you call home. It’s truly captivating how you’ve managed to capture the essence of your life and emotions through your words. Your use of metaphors and sensory details has made me yearn to experience the same feelings. Keep up the great work! ❤️
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Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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