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Mar 2020
Baby of the earth with your tea and your notebook at hand you have as vast a kingdom as you did outside.

The walls here can simply be erased with the flipping of a pencil. The reality you wish to  experience, momentarily halts through no fault of your own. So sweet thing, inside your cove find freedom and draw, sing, walk, gaze, get lost in hobbies or the cinematic tales of heroes or heroines- rediscover folklore or learn through physics the reason why the celestial bodies, including your planet,move the way they do.

Do all the thing you keep telling yourself      
you do not have time for
because time has arrived and knocked at your door. Time has sought your address  –and you would be a fool not to take it’s hand and lead it into your living room.
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  32/Los Angeles, CA
(32/Los Angeles, CA)   
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