PostCards Never Written
Janita Van de Velde
Here on the dusty streets of Cusco, it is whispered that human sacrifices still exist. Villagers go high into the Andes where they celebrate, dance and get shit-faced. The first idiot to fall off the cliff is the sacrifice, at which point the celebration grinds to a halt. It seems like a pretty fair way to choose the sacrifice - if you canít party with the big dogs, stay on the porch. Being the proud owner of a llama fetus to ward off evil spirits, Iím not overly concerned.
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