Holding hands

“A story of holding hands …”

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I get up very early
When the sun is not yet
I like to salute the sun.

Som moments of peace
Are moments for me
These are moments to be thankful.

I have to look for firewood
To cook, to warm me
I take the forest path.

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Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.

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Jesus Jordan Parra

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Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.

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