A Morning in Markha Valley

Waking up to a crisp June morning, I make my way to the bubbling stream where I cup icey water and pour it on my face. It’s one of the most beautiful ways to wake up because it forces you to see the beauty outside that is so obviously present but that we are so blind to.

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