Sitting at my desk staring at two days worth of work on my computer is a far cry from living it up in the countryside drinking wine, bike riding, eating decadent food and sharing time with my beloved...
Mom, I saw you in my dream last night. You were asking me so many questions. There, like a painted sign, you asked me the most constant question, "Where are you going, Paloma?".
"I am going inside Mom where no one can hurt me."
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