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Inca Trail :: Pausing along the Inca Trail, a friend snaps my photo. Today, I peer anxiously into this picture. I ask myself, who is she? There is a peacefulness in my stance and a truthfulness in my being; treasured gifts from the Andes. How can I call upon these traits now that I am home? I wonder. Other thoughts occur as I stare into the image as well, such as: The search for her peoples is complete, and time has no measure in the Andes.