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Author: Scherezade Siobhan

Llamada

Llamada: from Spanish – “call”; the opening of a dance in flamenco Early in the morning we receive a phone call about my grandfather’s passing after a long battle with Alzheimer’s &, ultimately, renal failure. Mindlessly I stir honey into a glass of lukewarm water and remember an old lore that claims how the dead briefly return to their most loved ones as birds before flying into some distant echo. Suddenly in my window, the guava green plumage of a rose-ringed parakeet, the coral of its beak almost lambent and pointing skywards. Here is the scarce episode of nearly...

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