Deep in the belly of the forest below is la joven, whom he calls Little Flower. She is surrounded by mujeres of the same migration. She is breathing deeply; they are singing. The song becomes louder, more melodic, more precise. El viejo’s chant strengthens as he nourishes and protects. Her breath finds divine rhythm. All sounds unite. La joven screams with joy; a baby cries joyfully; new life has come to earth.
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