Standing next to the graves of his ancestors in Coyote, New Mexico,
A man reflects on the years that have passed with the wind blowing and rain coming.
Tears come to his eyes, as he remembers another time, another life.
Yet, the same.
He steps into a world in his mind, a world now gone, but in his thoughts he is still
El Peque├▒ito-The Little One.
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