Magdalena does not know when Julian will die, but she knows it is soon. It is a constant awareness. There is no forgetting it. Maybe it will take months. Maybe years. She does not know, but she is certain she will be left alone. She is glad she found him, glad she loved him, and when the last of his sunsets are gone, she will wait under the tarp of a tent that hunkers square across the sea, for all the other sunsets that he will miss while she misses him. - Rappler.com
Life was hard, love was easy
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