III – Galeria

Linda María Rodríguez Guglielmoni

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SANCTUARY For Patricia Ann Pagán Collazo I needed a manicure immediately. Six months before I had had my nails covered in silk and gel, and since then having them refilled, filed, polished, and painted had become a bi-weekly ritual. My manicurist, Gabriela, had worked at my regular salon for a long time. It was located in a new three-story building with lots of parking and it was never crowded. There the clientele sipped on freshly brewed espresso coffee while discussing the latest diet trends and the merits of all the plastic surgeons on this island and the next. But, for some reason unknown to me at that time, Gabriela took her skills somewhere else. Before leaving, Gabriela had drawn a map for me and had explained how to reach her new place of business. It was...

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