Clara Campoamor

The tears I shed, the joy I felt, the concrete structure of this station, hosted me and the human that I adored time and again without questions in quiet silence,
allowing for the vastness of the universe to seep through, to be felt, to take over for the imagination to expand through its long halls and endless tracks a very public place that was private a very open space where we were hidden, away from the madness of our worlds, where we dared to imagine, a future of shared realities a story to exist together common chapters in the book of life

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