
No Easy Wind or Downy Flake: Mongolia
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
Here in this high valley, the oldness whispers. The wind and snow stinging my cheeks know nothing of Christmas. Continue reading
Today we are leaving Ulaan Baatar to go out into the countryside, which will be a relief for us all. Continue reading