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I’m in Dharamsala.
When people asked me why I went to Africa, I pretty much just shrugged my shoulders and said, “It felt right.” Same deal. It feels right. So I’m here. The plan is to live here for about three months. But because past experience suggests that none of my plans will ever come to fruction (which isn’t always bad), there is an equal likelihood that I could leave in a day or that I could end up staying three years. I try to keep an open mind.
For now though, I think I could do without the excitement.
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