trucha trucha trout
February 10th 2009 "Kati, everyone that comes here leaves us so soon"
In the Oaxacan city mornings, the haze and smog lingers around the city like a longing lover, theres no way to avoid it, it hangs off of the rooftops and leans on the streetlamps, draping it's long arms down over the tops of the heads of the bustling sidewalk crowds, bumping and pushing, perdon perdon[/
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