Story by Alison Jean Kinney
I went out to the plaza to see what I could find.
A crouching ageless woman called out, PAN DE LECHE!
She was a soprano.
A tenor newspaper salesman started in, COMERCIO COMERCIO COMERCIO!
The ageless woman held out her bread, and sang her song once more. It was a lullaby now. I was looking for a lullaby.
“How much for the bread?” I asked.
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