The Himalaya
poked through miles of bright white clouds as we flew into Kathmandu. Brilliantly colored houses stretched out
their arms to welcome us. Warm brass tones of prayer bells rang.
The streets
are filled with the smell of rustic incense.
Spices dance in my mouth as I eat my first meal of dal bhat. The sweet
taste of fresh-squeezed lemonade quenches my thirst. I embrace the sustenance of my new home.
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