WRITESPIRATION #143 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 48

 

We sat in silence in the yurt in expectation not knowing why we had been summoned. A boy entered with three jugs with bamboo tubes for straws.  I looked inside mine, the cold hit my nostrils for it contained frozen yak milk which is only offered to visitors as a great honour.

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