Snow falling by jane gloriana villanueva6/12/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() That hope had lingered in her heart and the idea had clung in the back of her mind ever since her abuela had read that first fairy tale to her as a child. As the story spilled over onto the page, she finally felt like she was moving one step closer to her dream of becoming a writer. Excitement welled up within Josephine, and the ideas percolated until they were bubbling so quickly, they were like water ready to boil. She leaned close to the oil lantern beside her, pouring her imagination out onto the pages, wanting to immortalize the images quickly before they flickered out and faded away. Pictures played across her mind as she tried valiantly to capture the right words to describe them. The rasp of Josephine’s pencil on the page of the pristine journal her mother had gifted her that very day was loud in the still of a sultry Miami night. On the night that Josephine Galena Valencia turned twenty-one years old, a miracle happened. Knowing what would happen-the heartbreak, the tears, the love, the hope, the betrayal, the heartbreak (yes, it was always the heartbreak) -would she do it over? And she knew the answer was yes because of how it all ended. ![]()
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