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Jul 2014
I remember the hot springs near Zunil,
it was in the middle of nowhere
in the cloud forest
just below the saddle.
It was one of those places
you could stay forever.
Immersed in sulphur-thermals
with the ferns & hanging vines
& two sweet Aussies
surrounding me.
There was a 4.4 on the Richter
that night & nobody died,
not a single fight either,
only love.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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