A view of Medellín from a house in the Robledo district in mid-morning.
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One Comment
I was just standing their 5 days ago. Know exactly where you’re at. Miss all those noises (roosters, cars, massive trucks on that small little road, the massive gate door opening, and Michael screaming, “Get the gun out of my house and country.”
Dude, wish I was standing with you right now. Enjoy!
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