Yesterday, like dear Ms. Kong, a long bus ride invited space to look better at what hovers at my edges and under the surface. To breathe and allow gratitude and longing to eclipse the sorrow and unfurl where they may.
I am 23. I live in Honduras. I speak Spanish, or daily try to. Somehow I became friends with the brightest and most beautiful and strong women in the world. And a mountain-man, a mountain of a man, wants to share this story. Yes, even with the hardness, this is a good year.
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