Apr/May 2019

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Los Farolitos

She greets me by picking me up and squeezing me tight (and unintentionally cracking my back into shape again) before inviting me to sit next to her. She's a petite woman, so I'm surprised she managed to pick me up from the ground. I see eight men and women with black chef hats preparing dozens of tacos—one of them witnessing how Alma just greeted me, distracted and marveling at her physical capabilities.

Caleb Gonzalez


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