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El condor no pasa.
El condor no pasa.
Dawn was a slobber drooled from fangs of giants.
We willed the canyon clogging mist to shift.
The Colca River roiled beneath the silence,
muffed in cloud. Snow-caps snarled. We got shoved
about by tour groups, guffawing and looking miffed
to see no condors. Us, we found some plusses,
hummingbirds, sierra finch, Andean swift,
...
Friday 26th August 2011 10:03 pm
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