Once sitting in the far corners of my mind ...
seeing these pictures once again of you.
Over whelmed by your beauty.
Now rushes back the memories
of old times...
when we walked and talked together ...
where you promised to be mine.
We traveled new worlds and climbed to the peaks of San Pedro...Atitlan, sat at the edge of a volcano and ventured through the villages ...views visitors seldom ever see.
We rested under waterfalls and looked out over skies resembeling the vast seas.
Atitlán ebbing tides
fade
Guatemala
you were dear to me.








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