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Submitted to Contest #300
My hands are buried in the sand. The sand in Barcelona is rough—it hurts your bare feet. But the breeze from the sea feels heavenly. It's mid-May, and the temperature is perfect, with a gentle sun above.As I let the sand flow through my fingers, I notice the stub of a cigarette, stained with a mark of red lipstick.This cigarette with the red lipstick reminds me of my great-aunt—my mom’s aunt. She used to visit us for family events, traveling from the capital, the big city of Iran. This time, it was for her niece’s wedding—my real aunt. As al...
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