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Leaving the old man to reminisce about the old days<br />
in the valley of the giant, the Columbian woman and I walk<br />
to the river. The cool water is refreshing to our tired and<br />
dirty flesh and my feet return back to their normal size. The<br />
water rushing under my armpits and between my legs<br />
echoes the peaceful silence of the valley. The old man has<br />
come from the house and we all sit on the bank of the river<br />
drinking coffee. Whatever poisons I had brought with me in<br />
my body have now been purged. Across the river is a small<br />
field of wild daisies and I challenge the Columbian woman<br />
to a swimming race across the river. Naturally she wins and<br />
waits patiently until my reckless slapping and kicking<br />
brings me to her.<br />
As we sit amidst the daisies drying, it occurs to me, as<br />
I watch her hair form ruffles across her shoulders, to ask<br />
her name. Her name, Maria Magdelena Montoya Madera,<br />
falls delicately upon the daisies. Her body reflects the<br />
yellow and white of the petals and it unfolds to the length<br />
of her name. There is no hint of sparseness in Maria<br />
Magdelena Montoya Madera or her body.<br />
We stay buried in the wildflowers while the sun<br />
follows its wide arc across the valley several times. Finally,<br />
returning to the other side of the river to the old man, I find<br />
waiting for me a postcard from Jane. I place it in a box<br />
made from the bark of a mango tree which is big enough to<br />
hold all the postcards I will receive from her over the next<br />
few months and when the box is full the postcards will<br />
stop.<br />
Maria Magdelena Montoya Madera never went back<br />
to the coffee factory and she no longer has to grind her<br />
dancing into the beans. Everyday we spend long hours<br />
dancing on the bank of the river while the old man plays<br />
the guitar. This is how we live now, me, the old man, and<br />
Maria Magdelena Montoya Madera, dancing, eating<br />
mangoes and drinking coffee."'<br />
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