Gerardo’s Letters

Elvira Navarro

Two roads, separated by half a mile of wasteland, flank the hostel, and I suggest that we cross over to see whether we can find some patch of countryside, but Gerardo says it’s late, we’d better explore the fields. We walk straight ahead until it’s completely dark, and we return guided by the …


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