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Chapter — The Alphabet That Couldn’t Sing I tried to build words from an alphabet that was not my own. Spanish at home, English at school. The letters felt foreign, cold to the touch, like tools meant for someone else’s hands. The sentences they made were like conversations overheard through a wall—recognizable as speech, but
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“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” — Audrey Hepburn It was nice to hear your voice last night—the last voice I heard before the day folded itself away. Who would’ve thought that working on a Google spreadsheet could feel like a moment of connection? But it did. You did. We
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