13 January 2009. Warm wind in the night, branches flying, with gusts from the northeast... Safron light at dawn, pouring through curtain into downstairs room...
The Jockey Club, Buenos Aires once more, with Tinita, una anciana...more so than I'd remembered. Her fragile outward form--long dress, pale blue scarf (la Argentinita), rings on several of her fingers. Eyebrows arched over veiled gaze...
Then: standing, seen from farther back. Long dress all the way to floor, just her face and forearms and hands...
Was she famous once? Only the sparrow knows...
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