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Sacred Valley :: Pisac Rock :: Journeying through ruins, I pause and linger with an oddly shaped rock. In stone speak, it mutters, "I wish to be a part of your memories." I retreat a slight distance and capture its beauty on film. Briefly thereafter, I pray with an elderly Quechua man. I speak no Quechua, nor he English, but speaking is not a requirement of prayer. He teaches me just how far beneath the earth one digs to make an offering to Pachamama.