@escritormarcosgonbaz
1 year ago
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In the midst of chaos, there was a hope that was born. It had shape and color. It was flora and rosemary. It was there lost in the rubble. All gray from heaven to earth. The only one who saw her was the girl who took her in when they were still seeds. Today, in the ruins of life that are about to disappear, they keep solidarity waiting for the last moments to be of sun and salvation.