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that they cut an opening in the barrier!
         In that moment I began to understand
         the  significance  of  the  Virgin  and
         what she represents to the people of
         San Felipe. I meditated for an indef-
         inite period, staring into the candle’s
         iridescent flame, and for a moment,
         “I”  ceased  to  exist,  mesmerized  by
         the spell of Guadalupe. I offered her
         a  prayer.  Then  suddenly  I  heard  a
         haunting sound coming from the sea
         below. I looked out onto the horizon to
         see the flapping of wings in the distance as three strange birdlike creatures flew into
         the horizon, nearly skimming the water in their flight. I was instantly distracted by a
         squabble as two pelicans fought over something they found beneath the water. Could
         the sound I heard be the pelicans squabbling? No, I was sure it was something much
         more elusive I’d only read about in local folkloric stories – the call of the sirens. Once
         again, I took in the stunning vista, the lighthouse in town on one side and the Malecón
         on the other. Then I sprinted down the steps to the inconspicuous dirt path leading to
         one of the loveliest beaches in all of San Felipe, unable to resist the temptation of a
         swim in the temperate sea. I was the only living being there except for all the tiny crabs,
         minnows, and seagulls that call this beach their home. I closed my eyes and drifted
         into the giant warm womb of the maternal sea. I imagined that La Virgen de Guada-
         lupe was watching over the sea and all its creatures, large and small, and sheltering
         all with her maternal love. Some days later I returned to the same beach for an after-
                                                              noon swim. In the near
                                                              distance  lay  a  small
                                                              island  I  call  “Pelican
                                                              Island” because flocks
                                                              of  pelicans  often  rest
                                                              there,  their silhou-
                                                              ettes  clearly  visible
                                                              from  the  shoreline.
                                                              Looking closely, I was
                                                              quite certain I saw the
                                                              silhouettes  of  three
                                                              much  larger  birdlike
                                                              creatures  that  looked
                                                              eerily  similar  to  the
         winged creatures I’d seen that day from the top of the shrine. I stared for what seemed
         like an eternity trying to make out what they were. Then I blinked and they were gone.

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