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Meditations #85

BY Lisa Lindblad

November 22, 2017

The child carries his culture, with all its memories, stories and aspirations, on his narrow shoulders.  It is a burden that requires seriousness and patient learning.

Yet, he is also just a boy.

Encountering the novice intrigues the traveler.  But playing with the boy enchants.  The visitor and the visited share moments, learn from the other and, perhaps, shift the world.

Photograph:  Ang Tshering Lama, Nepal

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