Mario of the rock, the lake, the sea, and boat. We meet climbing barefoot above a waterfall where donkeys carry gringos up narrow paths over turquoise depths, agave, sage and aloe. We walk in the waves, make love in candlelight.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.
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