Ruta Bhatt

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The mountain air is still and dry. It preserves everything. It preserves the skeletons of extinct beings. It preserves corpses discarded by souls that have moved on to newer lives and lands, but may return one day to reclaim what belonged to them. It also preserves laughter, vibrating long after it was laughed through the valleys and caves.
Latitudes of Longing
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