I am going from one country to another via a bright canyon whose walls are not like rock but more like mattresses, at one point squeezing very close together. I am led by a smiling man who is reassuring me the narrowness is OK, there'll be no on-coming traffic towards us. I'm not so sure about us being the only travelers, but press through anyway, following his laughter.
Canyon Dream
I am going from one country to another via a bright canyon whose walls are not like rock but more like mattresses, at one point squeezing very close together. I am led by a smiling man who is reassuring me the narrowness is OK, there'll be no on-coming traffic towards us. I'm not so sure about us being the only travelers, but press through anyway, following his laughter.
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