The fireworks did deliver, miss.
And they were bright.
Perhaps too bright: a blinding light with the intensity required to light up an entire universe. Now, here we are, peripatetic in the whiteness, blank sockets for eyes, looking for each other’s hand.
There are things one should never experience: the naked-eye glare deep in the belly of a solar eclipse.
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melaza
lo releí, y ahora me gusta mas
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