On the road to Cuastecomate
Dear Reader, enclosed you will find a set of short stories. It includes actual events from the author’s life, and imagined events from the author’s mind. Fact and fiction so to speak. As with most books, except those heavy serious textbook tomes, the tales tell of personal and interpersonal emotions and actions. As the saying goes, we are not alone. Each and every one of us affects both each other and the world around us. Moreover, each and every one of us have talents, and unlike the servant who buried his given talents under a stone, the author believes that the sharing of talents can, in fact may, help someone or something somewhere. Maybe consciously or unconsciously, actively or unseen, small or enormously, each and every one of us has an opportunity to act. We could all do our bits to the best of our ability, the possible if you like, while still striving for the dream. We all have our own roads to Cuastecomate.
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