Ovillo
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Four women united by waiting, by the absence of their migrant family members, and by the craft of embroidering napkins, in a place very similar to an ant hole, where the land no longer bears fruit. Where every year a man leaves and promises to return, where every year a woman stays waiting, a place where time is measured by needle stitches. How do those who stay experience migration?
