The trail was used mainly by tourists these past many years, if at all. Soft jungle sounds ruffled my ears. A mystery whispered somewhere down an even smaller offshoot path, over a hill, into the past. Ancient memories wandered around me, doing everyday things to survive in a bountiful, yet harsh environment, where a sting or a slip in the wrong spot meant disaster. I walked up to a circular stone. A thick layer of moss covered the ghost of sacrificial blood from hundreds of years before. Who was here, I asked. A snuffle behind me answered, we’re here now.
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September 2019
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