Since I was a kid, my mother has always described me as inquieta. For the gringos, this term roughly translates to a state of restlessness, or not being able to sit still. 1,803 more words
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Have you ever lived an outcast’s life? If affirmative, mail me now with vivid description. We can talk.
When you have been encouraged to disagree all your life, it seems suffocating to trek eighteen miles in a straight line of conservative humans starting one cloudy morning. 147 more words