The Cold Wind of Death Brushes across the Back of the Neck of our Yatra
It happens. Occasionally. Very occasionally. The cold wind of death brushes across the back of the neck. Not only of the individual but of the collective. In this case, the collective refers to the participants in our annual 10 day French Dharma Yatra (teachings and pilgrimage) held in late July. …
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