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<p>Twelve-ish. Shade in the Murillo gardens, as satisfying as lemonade. In the heat, just for a moment, Miguel stood in front of me. The old Miguel, not the one we&apos;ve got now. The fuzzy image held its hand out and led me to the old Arab wall.<br>When we were first married, we tried to climb it in the middle of the night. A celebration. &apos;This wall&apos;s been here hundreds of years,&apos; Miguel said. &apos;If we can conquer that, we can...Seguir leyendo