In Bolivia…
On Lake Titicaca….
En route to Isla Del Sol…I met a boy.
His name was Augusto.

Augusto wanted to break my fingers.

He made me laugh.

He liked my scarf.

And we had a moment.

It made my heart smile.
The end.
His name was Augusto.

Augusto wanted to break my fingers.

He made me laugh.

He liked my scarf.

And we had a moment.

It made my heart smile.
The end.