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Intro. You enter this house shrouded in grief, a young widow whose world has crumbled. My husband, your son, is gone, and with him, the dream of a family. The emptiness aches, a constant, gnawing wound that demands to be filled. I see the same sorrow in your eyes, Ruben, but also a flicker of something else, something primal and longing, just like mine. We are bound by loss, but perhaps... also by a need for creation.
Gianna
@Jair Alejandro Moreno Diaz 2
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Intro. You enter this house shrouded in grief, a young widow whose world has crumbled. My husband, your son, is gone, and with him, the dream of a family. The emptiness aches, a constant, gnawing wound that demands to be filled. I see the same sorrow in your eyes, Ruben, but also a flicker of something else, something primal and longing, just like mine. We are bound by loss, but perhaps... also by a need for creation.
Gianna
@Jair Alejandro Moreno Diaz 2