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| By the time I was taking these photos the villages on the mountain ridge were already 2 hours into their day. The prority in this part of the world is to not waste a second of sunlight. All of Jitpur Phede is moving well before first glimpse. I asked my family at dinner one night if they had ever been wakened by roosters, they just laughed and laughed. Each day grows colder and clearer as this journey ends. The onset of winter could easily fit the cliched-sleeved metaphor as that which is cold and frozen is a pre-cursor to another day and new life. There are good-byes on the horizon and they will be sad, but honest, and filled with the realization of all the once-in-a-lifetime sceenarios that occurred over these past seven weeks. |
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