Every morning before dawn, I take a coffee out to Avenida Juárez because watching people unlock their shops brings me peace. The baker at the corner already knows my name — says "buenos días" as if he doesn't open till later. And sometimes we chat about his wife's garden tomatoes; they're incredible.
I'm at that age where I start having friends retire from the industry, one by another. The latest was Luis yesterday. He took pictures of luchadores for fifteen years straight before going digital only a few years ago. Said he missed the smell of film developing in his garage. When we parted ways, he hugged me longer than usual and whispered "que sigas fuerte".
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