Summary

Ligia sat on her flower trying to grasp the last words I whispered to her… She took a deep smoke into her chest and turned her face towards the sunset.

“Why don’t you stop doing the things you think you must do and start doing the things you dream to do?” she replied.

“Is this your summary for this year?”

“Most likely …”

“Then when are you taking me to the land of the three rainbows?”

“As soon as I dream again of it!”

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