Spring 1560
Niltze Atl,
Why does the world look at me like I'm strange? When my tongue matches theirs do they not see I'm one of them? Children are quick to see this. I prefer children.
I like lost itzquintles.
Are you found dear Atl? Shower me with your song breath. I haven't heard from you. Everyday I pray you are alive. Everyday I seek your wisdom.
Mother, you are the air in our lungs, you are our joy. Come to us in our dreams with peace and fire.
Hermanita,
María
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The Letters: Prequel to Cenquizqui the Novel
HistoryczneThe Letters The most intimate journey into the characters of Cenquizqui lies beneath the broken wax seal of The Letters. What they reveal is entirely dependent upon their relationship with the recipient. Gaze through their masks and discover t...
