Trotamundos Y Sentimientos
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Last published Wed, Aug 12, 2020
En esta historia voy a ir dejando reflexiones de cosas que me han pasado. Seguramente habran historias tristes, felices, irabundas y millones mas. Posiblemente algunas encierren mas de un sentimiento y sea muy dificil decir cuales. Pero espero que les gusten y les ayuden a pensar.
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