Jan. 25th, 2019

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There was a call from the distance that sounded like stillness, a moment codified in Luis's bones, and seared into his soul. Some familiarity in the overlapping accents, both from the North and South, that his heart deciphered long before he could understand what the people around him were saying. As though, the moment his feet hit the ground and the dry heat of Mexico welcomed him, he was home. Though his tongue got tied in the vowels and consonants, as he tried to reconcile two languages, Luis knew that the way he breathed easier, there, did not replace the sense of unease that he carried.

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