February 1999

SOURCE: The Atlantic, February 3, 1999   The moon was full and silver, but Jaisalmer’s sandstone walls were resolutely golden. The afternoon had been crushing; it was hard to breathe for the heat. Now the nighttime winds were sweeping across the desert, whistling through this ancient Indian city’s narrow alleyways. I accompanied the wind through […]

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