Following the Road Less Traveled: Video of a Salt River in Panama

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Exploring is an essential part of my being. Seeing new things, new people, new places, opens my eyes to the vast beauty of this world. I am awestruck by the joy in the poverty that I see. I am mesmerized by the vitality, by the warmth, and by the tangible realness of what I see.

Every day is an adventure here in Panama.

I hope you enjoy sharing this one.

Following the road less traveled,

laura

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