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Ever since she was a girl she would carry her suitcase. That’s what they’ve been telling her since she was a kid that there are a lot of things that a girl can afford herself to not know except that the girls were created to go and that tomorrow cannot meet them but ready to leave, that’s why she started to weave tomorrows with her hands and everywhere she took them in her suitcase . She waited all her life for tomorrow and when tomorrow was long overdue, even when others told her that the lines of her hand still say nothing about tomorrow. (And who knows how many times she left tomorrow in sky’s hands) — The years passed and she started to give out her dowry piece by piece until “the moment” came, around her sixties, in her old suitcase, only her heart remained.
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Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
In the suitcase the heart too