Karina Cardona
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Disabling disability
It is a Sunday afternoon of what my memories tell me ought to feel like spring. My muscles twitch in anticipation of cycling amidst budding trees, warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze.
It is a Sunday afternoon of what my memories tell me ought to feel like spring. My muscles twitch in anticipation of cycling amidst budding trees, warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze.