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Meditations #86

BY Lisa Lindblad

December 22, 2017

There are places, just as there are hosts, who receive you just as you are, asking nothing more than an inquiring mind and a gentle spirit.

Bring curiosity, humor and patience, and the landscapes and their inhabitants will welcome you with a bounty of stories, secrets and surprises.

And beauty.

Photos by Ken Kochey in Mongolia

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La Vida Portugues