The Gompa dogs
“… and so we sit here listening to the haunting strains of Legend of the White Stupa, paying homage to Sir Edmund. Like the mountains mists, he has passed from our sight. And it is with heartsore realization we see the mists swirling around the Gompas. Will they too fade, only a heartbeat on the icy winds … symbols of a time and place lost in antiquity?
Vickie – January 10, 2008