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That Little Voice
The silence soothed me, no taxis, no pedestrians, just my doglets and me wandering the streets of San Miguel de Allende early on Christmas Day 2021.
The city was late in awakening and I was left to welcome my 79th Christmas by myself in the quietness of a new dawn.
Seventy-nine Christmases, and most not remembered. Of course, there were special ones: the year Santa delivered my first bicycle,…
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