Between the Blooming of an Agave and the Maturing of a Couple

Maggie’s Point Of View

I woke up in the middle of the night with fingers slowly sliding through my hair and a low voice, full of care, calling me.

“Tulip…”

It took me a few seconds to understand where I was. The room was still plunged into darkness, lit only by the faint light coming through...

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