Today I again Pozo station.
Every year I go and watch the pictures, letters, poems
. The flowers that light the candles, candles that give the flowers
heat. I do not pray, I am not a believer, just contemplate and think.
teary eyes to me and I'm asking questions that no one will answer me.
I am seeing fewer flowers, fewer candles, but I still go and watch and think ...
Sorry.
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