Zacatecas is my temporary home during this very strange time in our lives. Spring blooms carelessly while people take care to “social distance” and keep mainly to themselves. The flora cares not. It opens itself and adorns the now closed parks and museum gardens. Museo Francisco Goita soothes my soul gazing through the locked gates. The bougainvillea climb the stone wall and a tree of glorious green leafs out in silent hope beyond their padlocked existence. 

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