You're pulling on my heart strings the last dalai llama once said. In my next life I will just work on cars, be a mechanic. His spirit was sent so far away from him.
My heart, I said, I feel this tiny tinge of a pull. In my next life I would like to be free, like an American. But now I'm in America and my spirit wants to go back to Nepal, where I was absolutely free, where I could breath.
My heart, I said, I feel this tiny tinge of a pull. In my next life I would like to be free, like an American. But now I'm in America and my spirit wants to go back to Nepal, where I was absolutely free, where I could breath.
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