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  • I I saw the old woman walking very fast and I wondered where she was going to.
    It did not seem to be much more time and space left beyond her steps, but she kept on walking.
    She had a date with her destiny and she did not want to be late. She was unaware of the people around her and she did not notice their stares.
    She was in a hurry to arrive, but where? I asked myself again.
    She looked at me with a wise look and I understood that only she knew where her frail steps were taken her on that hot afternoon.
    For me it was like reading the last page of an ancient book.
    Every step she had and the book closed a little more and a little more, until
    she got to the end. The streets were as busy as before but suddenly the woman was gone.
    Picture by Cecilia

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