October 6, 2022

The train was decreasing its speed and I looked up. There she was, peacefully looking through the window, the only soul in the coach who was not staring restlessly at her device, the only one smiling, too.

Slower and slower.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her as I stepped out.

José Jaime loves listening to the stories people tell him.

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