Its been a year since I was there. My ghost still wanders the trails beneath Cerro Torre and Fitz Roy. I can still feel and hear the wind blasts through the alerces trees in Torres del Paine, taste the coca leaves on my tongue in Iruya. I need to go back and collect a piece of my splintered heart left on a spire in Cerro Cathedral...
These are a few of my favorite memories... The bird that had no voice, endless yerba mate, the brothers of Iruya, rainbows in the dark, worthless money, spinning clouds catching colors beyond description...
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