lago sagrado

ah, remember when we drank outa that lake? i’ll never forget that.

walking up on those high slopes. it started to rain. walking past sheep and hardy people wearing sandals up there in the mountains like that. real mountain people, so acclimatized. miguel had said we’d meet a lake so high no bacteria could live in it. a sacred lake high up in the mountains of peru. we walked hours to get there. it’d started to rain. so high and isolated and when we get there, he just starts kneeling in front of it, praising creator & the water spirits for it. and scooping water into his mouth. of course i was hesitant to drink out of it; i’d never found a lake so pure you could drink out of it. but i trusted him and scooped down slurping the water submerging my lips and my nose tip and chin and eye brows got wet. it tasted so pure. invigorating. and i screamed in joy. drinking water straight from the lake. 

ah, remember when we drank outa that lake? i’ll never forget that.

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