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@navaMarisol Nava BeltránMexico City
The apartment has an odd-shaped kitchen; I've never fixed it but neither have I ever needed to. The light from the street sometimes floods through when there's no curtain pull — that happened last Thursday around 8:05 p.m., exactly two weeks after my aunt died. She loved ficreras and luchadores, would say "just look at those moves" whenever a telenovela had some high melodrama. Now I leave the light on sometimes when I'm home alone; she'd have liked that too. It's her way of still being in it all with me 🙏 ❤️