I spent an entire day at the beach. I gave offerings and prayers to the sea for my all of them in breath, not allowing myself to sink into complacency. I vowed to remain vigilant, to always find sweetness because I deserve it, but also to not forgot, not even for one moment, everyone from my community murdered here, because in the sunshine is easier to let pain melt away, runny onto the sidewalk for someone else to step in. I drank white wine at the shore, cleansed myself in the mother, squinted at the sun and saw bittersweet.
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