11 June 2008. Very warm morning, sun pouring...
Aguas dulces--una laguna alegre, de tiempos pasados... patos, cisnes, cigüeñas... Aves migrantes de colores bajos, oscuros...
Yesterday, late afternoon: la anciana Guaraní, from a moment of sadness. Almost not drawn, the forms emerging from dull gray-brown matte as from the muted earth itself. Small smile as she grasps the olla--a jar, of clay, holding it in her lap, embracing...
Pale blue sweater of a modern sort--or was it pink? More the lines on her face, the life lived in her shoulders and waist, the small smile...
Entre Ríos--between the rivers...
Santa Fé...
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