A Child's Recollection
The breeze seemed cold as the dust-filled with it. The hill where Cody and Vixen used to stay during their spare time was now filled with lengthy, vicious weeds and calves. The streets have been livelier as well as the people. Time did really change. It has been thirty minutes when we took our seats in the backyard of our house. Guilbert wanted to talk to me and maybe settle things down. I decided to leave a note beside the bouquet, for them to know that I left with Guilbert back to the house. Miguel isn’t even here, maybe he’s out in the market, selling his knitted tops and mittens. It’s five-thirty in the afternoon. He took a fine sip of his hot coffee and placed it back on the table. It is getting dark. People were busy packing their things and traveling back to their houses. The lam
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