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  • I was taken aback reading Gwenn-Aelle Folange's story, "Algia'H," by the pain she expressed, and yet uplifted by the amazing art she created to express it. So, in exchange, un intercambio, a small offering. (Please excuse the lack of proper accents.)



    Pero eres la reina de tu alma propia,

    La reina del arte, del emocion abierta,

    La reina de los regalitos de tu creacion de claridad,

    La reina de montones de montanas fuerte de tu ser interior,

    La reina del sol interior, del arco de iris interior, la reina sin cabeza tal vez, quien sabe, pero, pues, mira: de todas maneras, querida Gwenn, brillas para nosotros, los humildes Cowbirders, que hoy dia te decimos, Gracias. Keep on truckin'.



    But you are the queen of your own soul,

    The queen of art, of open emotion,

    The queen of small tender gifts of your clear-eyed creation,

    The queen of heaps of strong inner mountains deep in your being,

    The queen of an inner sun, of an inner rainbow, the queen, perhaps, who knows, without a head, but look, anyways, dear Gwenn, you shine for us, we the humble Cowbirders, who today say, Thank You. Sigue siguiendo.

    (photo by Susan of her Basque beret, and her scarf from Paris.)
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