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Feb 2015
A place exists
high
on the Altiplano
where magic glides
beneath the stone sentinels
and hot springs bubble
to wash
to clean you
of materialistic troubles.
And it was there
in that place
I talked to gods.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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