All over the place...
June 7th 2008 I gasped for breath.
The dance was a chaotic swirling of colors: blues and reds, oranges and browns.
We moved to the sound of Andean flutes, in a small house, on a tiny little island, on Puno Lake, under the star-filled Andean sky.
I slept very well that night.
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They lived on a lake atop islands made of totoro weed, in houses made totoro weed, even ate totoro as a snack. I ha
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