there is a road to make at San Julian, called paseo costero.. we saw there the rests of an old meat factory..
the coasts of the Atlantic ocean, reflecting the sky, the wind whistling..
a beach where shells shone under the warm sun falling, with shiny water drops, thousand times multiplied..
a mighty sky, enhancing the deep sense of solitude... immensity... silence...
Patagonia unknown... simple and soooo beautiful.
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