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it’s dark at 5 pm now. dinner is at 6 pm. mom and abuela are making something special tonight, Spanish croquettes, one of my favorites. every year, this part of fall sneaks up on me, and I can feel the change in my chest, like a heavy ache. there’s something about losing those daylight hours…
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I was four when began to play music. suddenly, I understood silence. silence is the language of the beginning of a song, when I hold an intruding melody to my chest for the first time. it vanishes at the sound of my voice. it’s the language of the question when I search for a musical phrase and I ask…
cookie nieves 