Flowers or Death By Landslide


Lying on my back in the wet grass after a rainstorm in the Peruvian jungle, about two feet away from a forty foot drop into a raging river, with my heart in my throat imagining death by landslide, to take a picture of a beautiful flower. The caveman is in the background yelling, “What the hell are you doing?” The gringa is not in her right mind sometimes.

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gringaofthebarrio

A barrio gringa with a dream of cosmic proportions: writing to satiate my insatiable curiosity, worldwide literacy beginning with our youth, and to be the first barrio gringa to explore outer space!

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