From The Past

As I sat on the cold, blue charter bus I stared out onto the Rio Grande. It was early enough in the morning, the moon was still in the sky, illuminating on the large river. I was taken back to the multiple stories of experiences that I have been told or have read. “We walked for hours, our feet full of blisters.” A few hours passed, we were still in the same position as before. The world getting brighter every minute that passed; the sun was just rising, hitting the faces of the multiple strangers on the bus. All these glowing orange faces waited patiently as we headed towards the same destination.

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