One night, as I lay in my hammock under the open sky, a clear image came to me. It felt more like a memory than an idea. I saw a circular temple made entirely from the jungle. A structure held...
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Ten Days with Madre
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One night, as I lay in my hammock under the open sky, a clear image came to me. It felt more like a memory than an idea. I saw a circular temple made entirely from the jungle. A structure held...