Rolene pirouettes into view like a hidden flamenco dancer in a sunlit plaza. Her story traces back to the medieval chanson de Roland—hrod (fame) and land—yet she sweeps through Spanish patios with a playful paso doble. A rare jewel on American birth lists in the 1940s and ’60s, she then slipped into a sweet siesta only to sparkle again in dreams. Rolene feels like a midnight serenade, warm as a cafecito under bougainvillea. Every time someone whispers roh-LEEN, it becomes an invitation to a fiesta of imaginación—lively, bright, and full of corazón.
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