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By chris Date: 2005 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.07.08.00.50.16149]] |
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early afternoon but late in the day for us we sit outside at the mercado you talk to the waiter in spanish like you've been doing for days clueless gringo i have no idea what's being said but i see it all in your face it makes perfect sense while the wind blows right through this broken city barely standing but alive how much hotter has it really gotten since we arrived? so the sun warms the air we breathe the adobe beneath our feet and we drink and talk and drink in the moment leaving the salsa verde alone eating just the chips and i think how in a strange way we are home |