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  • We stood in the center of the temple, surrounded on every side by hundreds of Buddhist followers, and listened to the sound of their chanting. Their bodies moved in waves, like wind through the tall grass, and I quickly took two photos - one with my camera and one with my mind. It smelled of incense, and I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and listened. I felt completely wrapped up in that sound and it reminded me of my days as a violinist, sitting in the middle of the orchestra. I was in Taiwan, 8,000 miles away from home, a complete stranger with no grasp of the Chinese language, and yet somehow I felt beautifully and perfectly connected.
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