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Jan 2014
Volcanic bathes sprinkle
the altiplano of my mind
filled with wanderlust.
I visualize the majesty
of the heavens there,
hear pan pipes wailing.

Ancients voices call me
to join them
on a different plane,
back to another time
long ago, back to
when they landed at Nazca.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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