We’re walking on a path through Ingapirca— Cañari ruins crowned by Inca remnants—when we notice below, on a sweeping green plain, a llama giving birth. The birth, like most, was improbable and awkward— a wet messy success producing a
Day: November 13, 2018
“So,” Andy says, lowering his pint of Heineken. “Where ya from then?” The Brazen Head is loud. It’s not American-college-bar-loud, where drunken sorority chicks whoo after having a shot of tequila, but loud with the murmur of conversation. Glasses clang
Sunlight spirals out from a confusion of tag elder crowding the edges of this narrow expanse, a slow succession of species in the landscape—changes, changes— is this renewal? In the felt heat of midday, dragonflies swim light, splash in
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