Salasaca me gusta.

I woke up this morning groggily peeled the curtains back and looked out my window at the snow covered peak of Chimborazo volcano. The clouds had lifted their furry heads to give me the most splendid view of this monolith perched on the edge of a plunging green valley with a river snaking through it spotted with tiny farm houses and a soccer field. After eating my daily bowl of oatmeal with palm

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