Dia de los Muertos

Will I have to go alone like the flowers that perish? Will nothing remain of my name? Nothing of my fame here on earth? At least my flowers, at least my songs! Ayocuan Cuetzpaltzin, 15th C. Aztec poet As our days shorten, and our nights lengthen, the energies of our garden recede for winter and […]

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