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T I T I C A C A M A N . C O M : TITI - Chapter 5
20CM TO FLOAT "Velvet and dirt line the ground. We tread above, 20cm to float. The field sustains us. There's a chill in the air, and rustlers ping the sky with movement and sound. Shopping at Rex, to lunch at Blooms. Sit and read for an hour. We found a way to silence, temporary as it may be. These days we communicate like children do. Cloud-shaped lake. No duck pond. Veritable.

We visit Lett Stadium and deliver bread at the gate. Open: we are welcome. Salutes. We bow. Smiles are inside. We marvel at the progress, walk the perimeter. Matron nears and presents us with a bag of blue matos, "grown in the midst, Minister," blushes "for you and the wife." We open the bag to release the sweet breath and beam a thank you. They have constructed bamboo ladders at various points, set up flash bulb spots at entrances, lantern repositories, transposed the tree symbols onto stone, guides for the players. Ria clutches my hand and nods to young twins in matching garb, painting a lake scene up on a terrace wall. They sense us, look down and smile."
FROM KOR'S PRIVATE WRITINGS, Page 892 - PRIME MINISTER OF TITICACA