gyrmination

The earth today was soft underfoot. My djembe like the morning celebrations we woke to at the Dolpo. Everlasting sunshine. Ticks and creaks of the mystery playing in my dreams all night, no rhythm to it? Looking down into the courtyard today I discover the water pump and a man scrubbing at his teeth. Spring is like Nepal.

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