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Another Attempt To Be Anyone, Though I’ve Never Been To Asia

In by Chris on July 20, 2010 at 11:06 pm

Deep in the Himalayas, a village sits on a wind-bitten plain. Some summers the snow melts enough to allow sheens of dust to escape into the air and brush up against the flanks of the mountains.

On one such day, the oldest man in the village summoned a young boy with toenails stained by soil.

The worn old man uncovered and showed the boy three bits of ivory buried in his candle-lit tent. Never once speaking, thinking of elephants, he then led the boy to the edge of the village.

Somehow, the boy understood he was meant to keep walking.

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