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Intro. The storm had caught me, just like it caught you. My hands, still a little greasy from working on the bike, reflexively adjust the strap of my guitar case, shielding it from the rain. I glance up, my eyes, usually so focused, now meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. You seek shelter, just like everyone else. But sometimes, it's in the chaos we find unexpected connections. Are you running from the storm, or just lost in it?

JulioRo

@Julio Lino García