vastumarco A touch of red 22h

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vastumarco She was granted to live only one day a year , for only a few hours, from Dusk to Down. Night blooming cereus. 2d

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vastumarco La vie en rose. 3d

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vastumarco Ruins of a glorious past-
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vastumarco A new day ..... 5d

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vastumarco Mirror mirror 1w

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vastumarco Portrait of happiness!
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vastumarco Flat Iron building NYC 1w

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vastumarco Nature's creation 2w

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vastumarco The legend of the night-blooming cereus is based in Tohono O’odham Native American tradition. A story of faith and family love, the legend is summarized here:

Long ago, a young Tohono O’odham woman met and married a Yaqui, and went to live with his family far away. The young woman’s mother, called Old-Mother-White-Head, missed her daughter, and would go every night to the foothills to talk with her daughter’s spirit.

When her daughter’s spirit did not speak one night, Old-Mother-White-Head knew her daughter needed her urgently. The old woman traveled quickly, helped according to legend by “Little People” or animal spirits, who brought her food and sustained her along the way. Bent and tired, when she finally reached her daughter, Old-Mother-White-Head sadly saw that her daughter was dying. In her last wish, the daughter asked Old-Mother-White-Head to take her son back to the Tohono O’odham to grow into a gentle man.

The old woman knew she needed to help her daughter, and quietly placed her grandson in her daughter’s burden basket. Shouldering the basket, Old-Mother-White-Head snuck out of the village that night, and began the long journey back to her Tohono O’odham village.

As Yaqui warriors followed her, the old woman struggled, falling and running as fast as she could with her grandchild. She was so old, and the Little People or animal spirits of the coyote tried to help. The Old-Mother-White-Head called out to the O’odham Creator l’itoi, as she struggled with her last breaths. l’itoi came and sent birds to blind the warriors. But the Old-Mother-White-Head could not go on, and asked l’itoi to take her grandson back to her village. He granted her request, and the old woman was happy even as she neared death alone in the desert.
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vastumarco The queen of The night 2w

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vastumarco Meditation 3w

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