India, The Church of Our Lady of Hope Words and images by KANYA KANCHANA
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The air is rare, the energy dizzying. The mountain seems to have shot out of the earth in one violent explosion. Kings and apricots and baby Rinpoches.
I did not know how to say my name. I did not know how to say my birth. I no longer knew how to say my body.” Poetry by Leonardo Tonus | Translated by Carolyne Wright » I prefer to go to the cemetery alone but it’s just the two of us now,