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“White Village” along the Mediterranean.

paraded their stiffly saddled riders with tipped black hats. Her cheek now rested on the top of his fuzzy head. She wrapped the afghan around his feet. She rocked back and forth and back and forth, snuggling him into her dream. She could take him to the Pueblos Blancos and rent a small “piso” clinging to the cliffs over the Mediterranean. It would have a small patio with bougainvillea vining its way up to the balcony. Below, in the cobblestone streets, she

would hear the gossiping whispers of stout widows, heads hidden in black kerchiefs, bodies stuffed into black dresses, barely able to cross their ankles as they leaned together on park benches. Ancient buildings listened and were keeping their secrets. Could she keep hers? She felt a hot tear and tasted its salt.

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Narrow Streets of Barrio de Santa Cruz, Seville, Spain

Jan and son, at approximately 1 month old.

Jan Kurtz

Jan Kurtz teaches Spanish and Latin American Studies at Central Lakes College and is a frequent contributor to Her Voice.

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Her Voice - Summer 2012  

• Sandy’s Country Roots - Here’s a nursery east of Brainerd whose owner re-creates her “country roots.” • Reliving History, One Bead At A Ti...

Her Voice - Summer 2012  

• Sandy’s Country Roots - Here’s a nursery east of Brainerd whose owner re-creates her “country roots.” • Reliving History, One Bead At A Ti...

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