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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,
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Friday 26th August 2011 10:03 pm
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