Blood slowly traces braided folds of his palm, unwilling to stay dormant. Nomadic. Barren erosions on his skin remind him of thirsty reservation washes, endlessly needing a flood. Gradually his blood looks symmetrical and proportionate, too perfect, like his blood …

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Madre La que lleva el nombre mias dulce y da resplandor al mismo Que vivas muchos anos no hay nadie que puede reemplazar a mi querida Madre. Framed in gold is an old inscription for my great grandmother in the …

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