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Salty Cenote
Saltwater droplets run from my still wet hair down my face and caress my nose. I sit on a rock in a cave, around me the aquamarine saltwater illuminated by sunlight streaming through the hole in the ceiling. The overhanging walls and ceilings of the grotto are covered with light green, which stretches up to the opening, to the plants of an undiscovered forest, the light pepper infused with cinnamon notes that still lingers in your mind; from the moment you were up there. Now there is only this cave, filled with the scent of the water, mixed with essences of the earth that the air captures as it passes by. Nestled in the shade, one can relax, feel good, surrender to the true and beautiful marine nature.
