This is a film about staying supple after heartbreak and what happens when it snows in the desert.
There is a big tree in Southwestern New Mexico where wild turkeys sometimes roost. The tree is near a house, and at dusk everyone in the house gets very quiet hoping the turkeys won't get scared away and go sleep somewhere else. As the big birds fly up to the highest branches their wings flap, displacing the wind around them. The process can last an hour or more, and there is a kind of sacredness to it. This film was conceived under that tree in a time when different generations of women were reliving past sorrows through each other's current struggles.
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