DREAM 383

I was in Mexico City at the market, where some teenagers were also imprisoned. The friend with whom I was staying was sad because she had experienced domestic violence at some point (not sure where, she was from Europe). I realized I was late for my flight and didn’t know where my daughter was. I tried to retrieve her but we still didn’t make the flight on time.

Elizabeth

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