Sunday, April 21, 2013
Guatemala Diary 1
A passageway of mystery. Flowers intoxicate, the colors, the scent, the shape drink me in. Stone, iron; jutting out, windows to the narrow way. Sometimes a dog or dogs running by; investigating, looking for food and trouble. Treacherous sidewalks, moving with each step. Is this one moving up or down?
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