There is an owl hooting at me. The moon is perfectly full and almost overhead. You can see the outlines of these monolithic limestone hills. They are surrounding me. I wish I could describe the serenity of this moment. There are no humming air conditioners, just the crickets and the owl. The monkeys must be sleeping (as I should be). Tomorrow we go to the temple to pay our respects to the woman who raised our father and to his birth mother.
goodnight from the other side of the world...
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the moon is full here as well friend .. my doors are open and my owl is hooting to .. no monkeys though .. unless you count cash !!! i am thrilled that you are having such an amazing time ..
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