Cigarette hanging from his lips, bright green pile of fronds, one plastic stapler, and stubby, but nimble fingers quickly and quietly braiding in front of a small church.
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In addition to loving the blue doors we found on a little, dusty street in Urubamba, we also enjoyed: lunch at Kaia , ...
I love these simple sybolic acts of faith!
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