""When I sit next to the river, in the quietness of late afternoon, I swear I can feel the presence of God. The same river that called me to Madrid a year ago without me fully understanding the strength of the pull yet. This September I found myself, for the third time in my life moving to a different country to live for a while. I thought I had control over my destiny, I thought that after all the changes I have lived I would want something safe,...
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