Life is a melange of moments. Some get imprinted as memories... most drift away in the sands of time... Some of those that were lost could have helped us grow and others that could have helped us smile. This is my attempt to capture these quivering voices before they drown in the gushing rivers of our experiences.
the anatomy of those mountains is pretty ironical if you see what i mean! :D
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:-D actually that's exactly what the mexicans call it...iztachuatl is supposed to be a sleeping woman and popocatepetl is her lover...
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