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Kashur

Its weirdly wonderful.

All my life I have grown up speaking the language at home. Not having heard it outside the 4 walls of my home or amidst a people I can count on my hands. So when we landed and we conversed with nearly each and every one around us in Kashur it was a feeling of familiarity and warmth. We were on a trip but at home.



“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”  - Anon


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