“On the sixth day I found myself in a place where it was so quiet that it spoke only with the voices of dead Amerindian men, women and children. The thing is, we were the ones who did it. So the fossilized blood found here has stained my feet, and the weight of it slows my steps down.
They say that this is a place of rock formations and that behind these walls, peace and tranquility are to be found. But I know better than that. Much better. For these things are neither tangible nor a receptacle for acquired tastes. Internal and somewhere that my mind does not allow me to be right now. Here the trees blow to accommodate the wind’s direction…but I am unlike these.”
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