Soon I will biking around an unfamiliar place. Dancing on the floors with stranger families. A man walks across the cafe with a cart of milk. The little girl next to me peers over to read what I am writing. She returns to reading once I switch screens. The fedora wearing man shows his wife a book that he loves. Tells her a story. I’m not even in Cuba yet.

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