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what you will find here
a taste of magic
Doll-sized wet footprints appeared in my hall.
No child. No rain. Just tracks from the unseen.
This is where the path begins.
If this story stirs your curiosity,
there are more waiting in the Field Notes.
I keep a journal of the strange and unexplainable things I witness in the Yucatán — alux mischief, speaking crosses, spirit winds that call your name. These are not legends. They are field notes from a living world.
Recent sightings:
• Doll-sized wet footprints appeared in my hall — no child, no rain, no explanation.

Collector of miracles
& wild stories from the Yucatán.
I’m Laura LaBrie — writer, listener, wanderer of jungle paths. I spend my days among Maya communities, ruins, cenotes, and spirit-haunted places — collecting real stories of magic and bringing them back in ink. I walk where aluxes hide treasure, where wind carries messages, where offerings still rise like smoke. These tales changed me. Perhaps they’ll change you too.
Walk with me — the stories are waiting.

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