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There is an hour in Kathmandu, late in the afternoon, when the light goes thin and gold and the whole city seems to remember something.
Some of the things I want to say in English have no shape in English. They were born in another language and they refuse to leave it.
I lost 80% of the clips I loved most from Mustang. What I didn't expect was what that loss would teach me.
I started leaving the house without knowing where I was going. It changed the way the city looks back at me.