I remember how amazing it was every time my mother walked by a fruit tree. There'd be a flurry of lights and colours, and the air would become filled with luminescence and celebration. I was then in my cradle –those first times I was aware of this- and I could not open my eyes wide enough to take in the whole scene. I remember my eyes glittering in the rays of light that shone in resonance, and my arms and legs dancing around.

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