One misty day, on a winding road 

imageRustling leaves. Falling mist. You can hear the steady, rushing stream of water flowing under a stone bridge. A bridge that like Mando’s life, shows cracks from years of bad decisions. Luz appears at the curve of road on top of the hill just out of Mando’s view and for a brief moment, Mando loses all track of time.

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