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Translated · English · 2–5m lag
A flower of cicada
Every night I speak briefly with my sister, my father, my grandmothers. They are all dead. I tell them they're strangers. I promise you that when you touch me, I will go look for them to give them a hug if this is possible.
Reported by El Comercio
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