01 December, 2007

Llamas

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My parents brought back various things from the years of living in Venezuela: furniture, angels and nativity figures for the Christmas crèche, and a llama skin wall hanging. It was a soft as soft can be. I hated, was haunted by the thought, that llamas were killed to make the wall hanging. Still, I luxuriated in caressing the soft wool every time I passed it.

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