One year ago I was in Bhutan, traveling by road from Thimphu to the Punakha Valley. We stopped at the roadside to stretch our legs after the torturous, twisting dirt road finally relented at the valley’s edge. Layer upon layer of rice fields, in the weathered colors of autumn, defined the the valley like a topographic map. Two monks walked among them in the warm light of the afternoon sun.
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