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Gozalandia in Moca

There is a road in Moca that curves like it’s remembering something. It dips and narrows, flanked by thick green that presses in close, as if the island itself is…
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Electric Together

We touch across the city streets, hands brushing like sparks. I feel the charge run up your arm, laughing at distance.Your voice in my ear carries a promise folded in…