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Nov 2014
The day I left
I took one stone,
put it in my pocket.
As I walked away,
all lost
behind the mountains,
it became so heavy
I could barely stand.

I had to let it go.

I stopped there,
looking down at the road
paved
by so many betrayals.
Rebeca del Bosque
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Rebeca del Bosque
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   Anneke
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