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The Tropical Heat which Abuelo Feels for Abuela as an Artist and a Woman Both heat and breeze!...much like the moon and stars over the swaying palms in their ease …this munificence of her painterly ways while evening and light spin westward for hours and hours in breathless shadow whose southern ocean waves scent the air like a million flowers born of love and loving in countless days in this our town and harbor in the South. Or much, the way a child plays, like the color wrought from the Sun most always everywhere here and never gone in a sketch, or a mural, inspired by his kiss as by a kiss from God's mouth …it is the like this! The words which the poet draws up from her art in southward harbors leading southward more…in heart that sighs with heat at the core.
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