houses, rivers, cactus, clouds distorted in the sky ... The earth so firm, so green ..
And the life I'm living and seeing. With my two dangling pearls peyote mushrooms and I grow on my feet ocelots run through my thoughts, and I feel now I can hear the voices of my ancestors whisper softly while quetzalcoatl walking, running and flying over the cornfields and rises to greet the sun god, who no longer calls for taxes hearts but his legacy and memory of sighs at dawn.
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