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“Mom had finally found the courage to love me after all these years of cold.”

The way this birth is described and experienced is actually everything to me. We have strayed so far from this and for what

“I spit onto the road, spit on the long finger of the white man’s world […]. Spit on the boa’s tongue of civilization that turned my people from hunters and harvesters and shamans into barefoot beggars in our own lands.”
“And there was a war between my people and the Taromenane, a war between what we were and what we had become.”

“Víctor dying had been like the moon disappearing.”