Ten Days at Tushita – Part 1 of 4

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The road leading there was steep and dirt. My bag was too heavy so my legs ached and the altitude made my chest pump for air. It was easier when I walked slowly, but I walked fast anyway. I always seem to be in a hurry, even when I have nowhere to go. I came upon a girl carrying nothing and taking one step a time, like she was thinking about each one and pondering life. She was European, had a nose ring and a quiet smile and she wore Indian dress and carried no bags. She was a real free spirit, the kind I often think I am, but really I just want to be. It made me jealous, so I kept from passing her and caught my breath.

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