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Flying to Chile southward bound, I sleep exhausted through the night. On waking and sliding up the blind, I sit incredulous. Snow capped colossi spread as far as the eye carries, so close one might easily step out upon them. But no stable place affords my startled foothold, rather each a massive, terrifying monolith, jagged - razor sharp, rising one after another, mesmerizing all into reverie. I have seen the Himalayas but these are different, wilder, more tempestuous known only to those gods who alone are brave enough to abide here or us fools who dare to fly across their eerie vastness.
The elegance of Santiago |
