Now we are in a place where we will fight hard together for everything we can get. ¿Que más? they will say. ¿Que más? we will reply.
Mira, she says in the late afternoon, look: you are my friend; you are my sister. Sí, gracias, I forget to say; I am that touched.
Coming home from dinner with my dear classicist friend and his wonderful artist wife, I see eight Amish girls playing volleyball in a sunset-lit yard. They are dressed in the colors of the quilts in my dreams.