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To the family in the house crouched in the northern valley between the hills, Aunt Zita's annual visits, like the north wind that accompanies her, bring chaos, terror, and enchantment. To our narrator, Aunt Zita's visits herald every wild night of the imagination: here fabulous feasts precede fantasitc flights to all the glittering balls and exotic colors of an unknown world. Only the advent of Aunt Thelma can quench Aunt Zita's fire: that and the people from the village who cannot bear her magic. When rumors of spring draw the family to the south, the change in seasons again brings metamorphosis. but spring is slow in coming. The unease and anxiety that accompany it reflect the endlessnes of time to the growing child, the fear of aging and replacement of the family around her.
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