I have forgotten more about being cherished than you can hold within your hands. I have forgotten the exact shape of my grandfather’s fingers, fingers with which he projected shadowed wolves and doves onto a wall, fingers with which he fashioned zigzag teeth for me out of fragrant orange peels, fingers that cupped my chin as he called me ciu’ciu’
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