Month: March 2017

March 4, 2017

I remember sitting in a small tea shop in Luang Prabang, watching a young novice sweep the temple courtyard. He moved with...

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March 4, 2017

I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of water passing over it until it feels...

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March 4, 2017

The smell of damp earth after a long drought is a heavy, velvet thing that settles deep in the lungs. It is...

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