Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

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Departure

Both of my readers already know this, but in the unlikely event others run across this space, just be forewarned that I'm on my way out of the country for two months, so posting could be erratic (more so than usual), pending the frequency of my Internet access, namely whether I can connect with my laptop from where I'm staying.

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