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L.
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I am enjoying one of the pleasanter afternoons of my life. I am inside the confines of the elite American Club of Kathmandu. No cameras...
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A lady reaches for my hand during a prayer meeting. She is a widow, in her mid-seventies, and still working because she can’t afford to quit... -
Thank you for stopping by! "Journey" is brand new, and still under construction. More to come! L.
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Maya lives on the outskirts of the city, far from Leah's familiar streets. We take a wrong "choke" (intersection) and get in... -
I sit on my bed this deliciously quiet morning, trying to catch up on correspondence. The normal buzz of activity in the street below my wi... -
Traffic in Kathmandu. There might not be an adjective strong enough to convey the intensity that comes flying at your face when you emba... -
Once upon a time . . . A servant girl in a kingdom far away dreamed of a magic journal. In her journal, she would write of her adventures... -
The story goes that I once had a tantrum when presented with a stack of Christmas gifts. Fell apart at the seams, kicked and screamed. Still... -
Every Sunday I upload a photo to my facebook album, Shot of the Week . It is the one capture that speaks to me most out of the sometimes hu... -
One week ago, my support looked like this: Today, my support looks like this: Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh: is th...
About Me
- L.
- I want to share my riches that can't be counted, my freedom that can't be shackled, my happiness that will never be dimmed by tears. Because every nation has it's own poverty. Every person has his own bondage. Every heart has a sorrow to bear.
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