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Every arrival is a departure.
I look at my friend, the gaze is determined, the soul is in turmoil.
I used to be like this once, I feared the wind and the sand.
Before leaving she demands an answer I can’t say out loud.
I whisper in her ear.
“We are free women”
We get excited in the storm, indifferent to the violent Simùn.
We don’t look for a refuge.
We move forward, we always do.
Supported by a deep friendship.

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