The dancing flames, the featherweight papel picado, the aromas of fresh pan de muertos and ground coffee and marigolds: the altar appears earthbound but it's all about the air.
The wafting, the waving, the ethereal invitation to the spirits: come animate, ánimas, come show your presence on the breeze. Flickering and lingering both, bring back to us the memories of you alive.
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