El curandero (Or: The Day I Believed in Magic)

A friend of mine in the desert used to be very superstitious regarding his less-than-legal "distribution business" at the time, so every year he'd have a friend of his from sur de la frontera bring up a companion. A curandero. From the countryside. To determine the current state of the house, its overall health and… Continue reading El curandero (Or: The Day I Believed in Magic)

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