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19 August 2008. Gray light before dawn. Muffled sounds of on the roof--not the scamper of a squirrel, but something more substantial--raccoon steps, maybe, swinging over from birch tree limb.

Five seagulls aligned on mansard edge, faces to the east. Chilly wind, signs of fall.

Here, a drawing of Ayelen, Chugo's daughter, sitting at a table, breakfastime, somewhere in San Miguel de Tucumán. Glass of white milk against her dark hair, dark blouse, run of weathered cornice just outside--gray--techos de la ciudad colonial, siempre mirando al norte--the old views--Humahuaca, Cuzco, Potosí...

Each morning a beginning...