The New World
Yes, I can clearly recall the dark Panamanian evening. Clouds of fluffy white cotton are pierced with the yellow tint of the moon, light reaching down into the river water like arms from the sky. Humidity, like a wall of water, pinned me to my seat i…n the canoe. Parrots squawked their goodnights to each other in trees growing close to the water; elsewhere monkeys tossed handfuls of guano at each other, shrieking loudly as the poop splatted on their small faces. Tiny piranhas crested the waves of the river, some jumping for joy as they caught the smell of human blood in the air. Far away, the sound of cannibal drums sounded in the distance. I worried that…
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