Andean Birds and Airport Dances: Santiago Part I

We regard each other through an old pane of glass; me on one side, sipping wine and finishing lunch, he on the other, flitting from place to place searching for crumbs, stopping sporadically to assess me, not entirely trusting the glass between us. He is the Andean equivalent of a sparrow--a dime a dozen--but as … Continue reading Andean Birds and Airport Dances: Santiago Part I

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