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At the shoreline, a broad-billed motmot appeared
without ceremony. It perched with the conodence of
a bird that had no interest in being photographed but
allowed it anyway. Its colors were muted but precise,
its posture relaxed, as if aware that nothing urgent
remained to be proven.
From Lago Hule, we moved on to Lago Cuarto and
a third, hidden lagoon, each lake carrying a distinct
mood. Hule felt expansive — wide, open, breathing.
|e surrounding forest renected sovly on its surface.
Cuarto felt contained, more introspective, framed
tightly by vegetation. Together, they read like
sentences written by the same author using diferent
punctuation.
|ese places didn’t ask anything of us. |ey didn’t
demand patience or speed or efort. |ey simply
existed, and in that way they served as the perfect
counterweight to the previous eleven days. Where
the rainforest had been loud, these lakes were quiet.
Where wildlife had required pursuit, these landscapes
rewarded presence.
A broad-billed motmot.
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