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The Return

courtyard with orange trees

[by Bethany van Sterling]


“The duende never repeats itself, any more than the waves of the sea do in a storm.” – Federico Garcia Lorca


She could hear the peaks and falls of the notes twirling through the air, as she turned the corner in the cold, musty vestibule of the metro station. Two cobalt eyes glanced up from his instrument, not once, but twice. Continue reading The Return