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This place is called "La Huasteca Potosina". This magical place is set in a rainforest. It has beautiful waterfalls, caves of swallows, and a surrealistic sculpture garden by the English artist, Edward James. Here I celebrated my
twenty-fifth birthday.

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Nature, and art are in the same place.

I wrote a poem about this place back then

A Tree
A slender and dark being,
Lies scattered in the meadows,
Breathing with the breeze,
and has a smile that blends with the curvature of a hill.
White bouquets bloom in his fingers,
And his feet slide like serpents
The tides of light flood him in the mornings,
And abandon him at dusk.

I Loved this place and I can´t wait for my next visit.
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Wonderful place you shared with memorable pictures and a richly written poem!

Thanks Stephanie!

Asher
 

James Lemon

Well-known member
This place is called "La Huasteca Potosina". This magical place is set in a rainforest. It has beautiful waterfalls, caves of swallows, and a surrealistic sculpture garden by the English artist, Edward James. Here I celebrated my
twenty-fifth birthday.

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Nature, and art are in the same place.

I wrote a poem about this place back then

A Tree
A slender and dark being,
Lies scattered in the meadows,
Breathing with the breeze,
and has a smile that blends with the curvature of a hill.
White bouquets bloom in his fingers,
And his feet slide like serpents
The tides of light flood him in the mornings,
And abandon him at dusk.

I Loved this place and I can´t wait for my next visit.
Magical
 
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