trevor’s dictionary of lost words
He was a person who could see clearly and feel deeply.
His clear sight and big heart led him to join the Revolution, to leave his work as a teacher, to leave the city, to make his way to the mountains to join the rebels and become a part of the resistance that would give the land back to the people.
Gone five months, she had not heard from him.
This was the time she missed him most, the times she woke in the middle of the night with a question or a feeling to work out in her heart and mind.
She closed her eyes and remembered the night before he left for the mountains.
He lay between her knees.
He kissed her softly, his lips brushing her skin.
He recited part of a poem by Pablo Neruda.
Amo el trozo de tierra que tú eres.
I love the handful of the earth you are.
She opened her eyes aand stared into the darkness.
She felt a small hope deep inside of her.
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