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I left before it was time, said the old woman sitting on Julia’s tatami, and I did not tell a woman I loved how much I did love her. What brings me here every night is the hope to see her.

What’s her name, asked Julia.

Her name is Kiko. She has eyes clear as the morning sky and a heart strong as autumn’s wind.  I miss her every day.

 

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About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

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