I remember the first thing I noticed about Tibet was the sky. The sky was filled with blues and whites so pure, that it reminded me of simpler times occupied with the cutting of construction paper and the pulling of cotton. There was nothing to mar the clarity of what you witnessed or any polluting influence effecting how you felt.
I’m out of Tibet now and the leaving part seems all too familiar. It would have been nice to stay in Tibet for a while longer and stare into the sky some more, but there's always an itinerary to follow.
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