My awicha 👵🏽 was the keeper of time ⏱️ herself with every slow step she walked 🚶🏾‍♀️through her memories shown in the lines 〰️ on her face like maps 🗺️ in the mountains 🏔️ her eyes like tiny windows that showed how big and wide her spirit was. She loved ❤️ to tell stories from Tiupampa, the place were she was born, a very old land with red sands home to creatures that once roamed freely.