today i had the true privilege of seeing my favorite ninety-three year old vendor (nicknamed yoda by me and clare) while crossing the border. i had set the intention of getting a photo the next time i saw her and i lucked out by seeing her RIGHT AWAY. she's about three feet nine inches and her voice sounds a lot like she's been living in a cave with the REAL YODA for the last 2 thousand years. she is also clearly above the law and any arbitrary BORDER because she walks freely on the american side with no repercussion and a great deal of humble entitlement. the sweets and pepitas she sells are an afterthought, almost an excuse, it seems, to be able to bless those she comes into contact with. i asked her today (in spanish) if she knew she was very special and she said yes and then proceeded to give me a benediction. she's rad and i love her. hopefully you'll hear more about her or maybe she'll remain a beautiful mystery, reminding us we're eternal and as strong and fit as we want to be. viva la yoda mexicana!
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