At the top of the turbulent Urubamba River stood the secret city of Macchu Picchu. My first step on the Earth’s ancient stairs woke the Mother of Stone. A high city of laddered stones built deep in the lost jungle, inside the Andean mists. “Climb-up with me, hermana”, she whispered. The whip of the wind...
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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of