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“Lola long dead, I still enter her old room and find her rosary made from pressed rose petals. I cradle it in my palms, perfuming my hands with her prayers. I don't pray. I just wonder at the fragrance a brown bead can hold, how many petals, how many roses, to make just one bead.” — Michelle Peñaloza
Lola long dead, I still enter her old room
and find her rosary made from pressed rose petals.
I cradle it in my palms, perfuming
my hands with her prayers.
I don't pray. I just wonder
at the fragrance a brown bead can hold,
how many petals, how many roses,
to make just one bead.