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Where it almost began
There are journeys that begin with intention, and others that begin without our knowing — quiet seeds that wait, sometimes for years, before revealing what they were meant to become. I closed a chapter and opened a new one on the edge of the world. Fifteen years ago, I traveled to Finisterre , the westernmost tip of Galicia — a place whose name once signaled the end of the known earth. My mother with a sense of unfinished business, a pull she couldn’t quite explain, made it c
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