Rising, Falling
March 8th 2015 Rising. 5 am.
If I had not taken a vow of silence, there is little doubt that I would have complained to Sean about getting up so early.
The things I do for the promise of enlightenment.
This early, high in Northern Thailand mountains, the world is still covered in layers of dusk, more shadow then light, so I rise from bed and grope my way along walls out of my sparse room and to the b
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