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Cascarones MAG
  I dream of Grandpa’s hands,
  dull, cracked, with veins like
  roots, setting themselves in my memory
  somewhere between my sixth birthday
  and fourth Easter.
  Do you remember
  those hollow egg shells
  we colored on the kitchen table?
  “This is where your dreams go, Mijo.”
  Filled the holes in the bottom
  with shreds of tissue paper and a
  sparkling powder.
  I still dream of you, Tata.
  Breaking cascarones on my head.
  Smiling, with eggshells shining in your hair
  as confetti and glitter float somewhere into the sky

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