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  • Writer: Grafe.
    Grafe.
  • Aug 20, 2024
  • 1 min read



I was moving one day. Something happened and I stopped. I felt paralyzed. I was alone. I wanted to keep still, I didn´t want to move any more.


I don´t know for how long I was like this, but I remember looking around at some point. I saw a light and I felt its warmth. I heard the wind and I felt its sweetness all over my skin. I can´t explain what happened, but finally I understood. I was never still. Movement was always in me.



Teresa Muinelo Paz

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