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all jagged rocks with the jagged edge my way. It was terribly difficult. 
[[image - sketch of jagged rocks]] The little Raddia was in a ledge above a little waterfall. Millions of tiny gnats filled the air, got between my spectacles and eyes, around my ears and neck, stinging like red hot needles. They tortured me on the serra near Bello Horizonte [[strikethrough]] before. [[/strikethrough]] 5 years ago.  The summit was almost as rough and finding [[strikethrough]] li [[/strikethrough]] nothing up there I hadn't found climbing up I slipped and slid downward to the more open

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campo near the base, getting an Androp of saccharoides group, not saccharoides itself, and a few other things. Knowing my capacity for getting lost I told myself I couldn't get lost this time with the mountain ridge on one hand and river on the other. When I judged I'd gone about the right distance (we had crossed the river lower down, just before I sent the boy back) and struck a trail which led to river edge I took off shoes and stockings, pinned up my skirt

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Raddia - fern