Girl, Panajachel

Oblivious to vendors anxiously hawking their wares, I walked along - the colors, textures and patterns of the market beckoning me, begging to be photographed. A little girl approached, quietly asking if I would like to purchase a woven friendship bracelet she had made. As she began tying it to my wrist, I rummaged for "tres quetzales", the equivalent of about fifty cents. She thanked me, turned away with a smile, but paused briefly when I asked for her picture.

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