THE DANCE HALL Smoke hides your face, chokes your laughter. The jokes I half-remembered camouflage my truth. Our words were carved in ice cubes only …
“The Dance Hall” (poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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Good morning.
Have a nice day.
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Good morning Sir! And thank you! It is a lovely day and I am grateful. Wishing you a wonderful day too.
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