I returned to Nepal this afternoon, the Stupa was all lit up and the rain fell just like I remember. This is my third August in Nepal, all but one in a row; there was a time when that would have filled me up with glee, but two months back in the West hit me where it hurt. It's not that I'm not looking forward to the rest of my time here--I am,
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