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Lay down these words before your mind like rocks.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Poem for Sunday, June 6, 2010
We Brought the Rain
to Mongolia, which
means good luck from G.K.
so
the olive hills of Zuunmod
will be a little
greener
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T.Sned
June 8, 2010 at 4:56 AM
if you find Dharma while you're there, bring some back to the states.
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if you find Dharma while you're there, bring some back to the states.
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