Color lingers on the highest peak; the sun’s muffled tones - a whisper of yellow leaves, dry and crisp beneath my moccasins The Mountains beckon with distant sound A waterfall that trickles down, and further down the unseen path I climb, ever higher. . . Concerns, like rocks are crushed to pebble. I am nowhere; and everywhere sage and lichen at my feet and infinity over my head like a red hawk; its silent path is alive and sacred in this place This is Indian summer; November, marked by unremarkable time and space
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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