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Escrituras para olvidar y recordar
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Ongoing, First published Jan 22, 2020
Poemas y escrituras que he escrito en momentos difíciles o incluso conmovedores,  me ayudaron a entender la situación y tal vez te funcione a ti. Las palabras son una fuerza que entra en nuestra mente y corazón, y nos hace sentir. 

Espero llegar a sus corazones.
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