rudolfo

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91e62c3	I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.	spirit bless rudolfo ultima me river presence soul	Rudolfo Anaya
6c55c5e	Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.	beauty llano bless rudolfo ultima me river mystery childhood	Rudolfo Anaya
d013de5	The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.	men good moon llano bless rudolfo ultima me sun	Rudolfo Anaya
b3c4c52	The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.	fish beauty bless carp rudolfo ultima golden orange me	Rudolfo Anaya

91e62c3

I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.

spirit bless rudolfo ultima me river presence soul

Rudolfo Anaya

6c55c5e

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

beauty llano bless rudolfo ultima me river mystery childhood

Rudolfo Anaya

d013de5

The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.

men good moon llano bless rudolfo ultima me sun

Rudolfo Anaya

b3c4c52

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.

fish beauty bless carp rudolfo ultima golden orange me

Rudolfo Anaya