Back to Being Xochilt

I don’t know whose picture this is, but mean no infringement. It certainly isn’t mine.

But the moment I saw it (and the quote) it reminded me of the time I was told about the flower paintings in the dusty attic, covered in rags, and the curator who discovered them.

And, of course, the good memories with Refugio, who knows a wildflower when he sees one.

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