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  • Mauro's music and words made me think of skies.

    It made me think of mountains with purple hearts glowing in their deep centers
    Of yaks, and sleeping on sweet smelling grass in the afternoon, with them grazing by the side
    Of goats, and bleating in answer to them,
    Of continuing on my path, plodding on through the highest heights, if only because of the friends waiting for you, just a little way ahead.
    Of my love, waiting by my side and refusing to leave me on the cold mountain side inspite of my pleading with him to go on.

    Mauro make humans say those words out loud next, please? They are so beautiful!

    A photograph from my trek up to Konke La, at 4900m above sea level, in Ladakh, Jammu & Kashmir, I'm the human on the extreme right!
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