We followed the warm rails into the red sky, my last here. Today the lonely journey home. 26 May 2013
Past a dusty girl in a dusty ochre dress, wild hair a tangle, laughs teeth, waves. Brings joy, good fortune 18 May 2013
Written for the wide-eyed and beautiful. Both sides used children as soldiers on the civil war front lines. 07 May 2013
At the top of this mountain people grow stuff and laugh. The Primary colors of plenty. 30 April 2013
once under a miserable socialism, now a land so lush it is startling. New men and gentle traders. 23 Apr 2013
After Armenia, the land is so fertile and so green, the people so lucky, it hurt my eyes. 17 Apr 2013
A city whose life, despite some progress, is still overlooked by the Buddha. 08 Apr 2013
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