It’s Never Too Late
Adele Sanchez
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Loved how you described the people you met. This made me long for the fleeting friendships I made in Spain some 12 years ago. I still remember vividly Lila, or Nerea, or the one girl whose name I even forgot but always chatted me up in a mutual class we took. I have no idea where they are now, but it almost makes more sense that way. They were perfect right then and there, and that’s how I want to remember them.

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