I am in a hot spring, in a part of Guatemala I would not have known the name of if you had asked me a few days ago. The water is warm enough not to scald me, but hot enough to boil me. The smell of sulphur bubbles about. I am sitting on one of the rocks at the side of a small waterfall, a little under it. I am far enough from the waterfall not to get my head drenched, but the water ricochets off of the spring and drizzles on top of me.
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