And why I lied about telling people’s stories
Keep writing. Your stories break my heart.
I remember the gold fields west of Puerto Maldonado and the bars and brothel signs along the road. From there we crossed the river by boat, as the bridge was still partially hanging in the air. From there to Iñiparí and into Brazil.
Wow what a ride oh my gosh.
Keep writing. Your stories break my heart.
I remember the gold fields west of Puerto Maldonado and the bars and brothel signs along the road. From there we crossed the river by boat, as the bridge was still partially hanging in the air. From there to Iñiparí and into Brazil.
Wow what a ride oh my gosh.