Her jungle is perfection and madness, shelter and brutality. Her river is life itself, winding and unknowable.
But above all, Las Amazonas is mysterious. No matter how deep you go, her heart is the horizon you can't reach. She let's you watch, but she doesn't let you see.
Her soul is not for us to understand. But us, she knows well. And in my time there, I could feel my own soul, estranged from its origins, do what it could to taste the truth of Home.
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