Reflections

February 12, 2015

The air in late November has a sharp, metallic tang, like a copper coin pressed against the tongue. It is a cold...

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February 12, 2015

I remember sitting in a small tea shop in Leh, listening to a driver named Tenzin talk about the high passes. He...

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February 12, 2015

I spent an hour this morning trying to find my keys, only to realize I had left them in the front door...

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