Fragment: To Dream of Home

I dreamt about you again, standing tall and slender amid the citrus. I didn’t see you, but I knew you were there. I felt your presence. You stood among us, there, on some random street in the maze of downtown where, surprisingly, we felt the most free and real. I found myself there, lost in the streets, and dream to see you again.

La Giralda

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