COYOACAN LOST !
At least temporarily. It's been a long time since I've a place of my own. I was so ready to go back to my beautiful home when I couldn't find my keys. Knowing I would have to stay in my family's house tonight was like being constricted, becoming smaller and smaller. I felt like a bird losing its wings or a witch her powers. When I am sailing to Coyoacan at night, on that bike, through the cold winds to a place of vaulted ceilings and private thoughts I feel like a witch on a broom. I feel full of power and light.
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