18 August 2008. Gray mist over gray hills, lapping at the edges. White cotton shift, tossed and rumpled, sleepworn...
A group of boys, gathered together in a field, el Campo Don Oreste, somewhere beyond Santa Rosa, Provincia de la Pampa. Life of the campesino--each intent on manhood--scrub trees and dust, wide wide blue skies over baked earth. Argentina, meaning silver--from the intricate metalwork of the Guaraní. But that was in the north, where fragile Spanish ships on an immense brown stream...
Un mundo entero...
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