we soar and then the clouds.
Gentle lush green monoliths, creased,bemused.
Paradox. Soldiers maintain temples, civilians man the cantonmemts.
The pacifist lama lives amidst the khalsa.
We ravish paradise with diesel.
Yet i wish you were here!
16 August 2009 at 09:59
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