Wednesday, April 22, 2009

La Flauta

Santiago rested on the back of a vehicle while the light of the bonfire cast a warm orange glow over his face. His small reed flute lifted a haunting melody into the black night sky, like sparks of ash rising up into the darkness. And like Valentina, I could feel a movement of spirit within him reflecting changes on a personal level and all around the world.

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