HONDURAS
That day, the peasants of Santa Rosa de Copán woke up at four in the morning to cover the streets of the town in blankets of damp earth. They drew coloured flowers in the sand. Don Reginaldo García, the parish priest, inspected one design after another, with the critical eye of all the days of Corpus Christi. At nine in the morning, the Christ of Esquipulas passed through the streets of the town, on the shoulders of the neighborgs…
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