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  • I don't know why, but Bougainvillea conjures up such nostalgia in my heart.

    Perhaps it reminds me of San Miguel with its luminous courtyards draped in vines bursting with pinks and corals.

    Perhaps it reminds me of earthships and possibilities in an enchanted land I used to call home.

    Perhaps it reminds me of Brazil and the unexplained saudade I felt for years for another culture.

    But now it is all around me once again,

    showing up like a marker,

    reminding me to fully absorb this present moment,

    because it too may be a memory someday.

    Image: Bougainvillea Memory
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