We arrived there in the dark of night after all of the stalls had shut down except for two women selling garlands of white flowers. In our bare feet we padded up a long, worn, stone staircase to the summit– up past families noiselessly eating dinner around circular tables. Sleepy cats lazing on wooden window sills. A monk who sat in his simple abode and stared blankly at us with even keeled indifference.
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Mikey, this is beautiful. I can't wait to see the prints!