The Promised Sand

El final de un sueño, el comienzo de una vida libre.

Because I stayed up all night for this moment. It was infinite, and fleeting, the sunlight running through the clouds like sand in my hands. How quickly strangers can become lifelong friends and experiences can be shared across multiple ages and cultures. Because this meant so much more to me then I could ever put into words, I can only share the exposition of this story.

“Scenes from a movie in real life, el viento en la isla. A quiet hum falls on the cold sand. Hushed by the feet of exhausted foreigners. I wonder if the wind will carry me like Neruda, llevame lejos desde el mar hasta el cielo”


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