Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Icing On The Latte


 
 
 
 
Way up on the hill, beyond the silent valleys and crowning peaks; beyond the blue sliver of dawn and the dark silent breath of dusk.


Way, way up; beyond a thousand forgotten bamboo villages and smoking hearth fires.


Far up, far above the myriad of dusty and muddy trails; flying over the immense and endless Indochinese night.


Is Luang Prabang.

 
 








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