Old farts of Vilcabamba
April 27th 2011 Swinging gently in my hammock, I could be anywhere in the world, my eyes are closed, its mildly breezy and the motion is lulling me into another world,sleep.
Opening my eyes I am in a magnificent world, truly beautiful, numerous steep green slopes rise around me the numerous gullies in the slopes casting long shadows by the falling sun, creating hues of purple and orange, butterflies hoover aroun
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