Five out of the thirteen days thus far in 2010, I have been fortunate enough to sleep under the dark comforter of stars. In two instances I've been awoken by the elegant light of la luna, su cara de leche mirandome, cuidandome, diciendome que toda estaria bien...mija, respira, bien, bien, esta bien. Te perdono.
I allowed the threads of my spirit
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