4.15.18.2.11 4 CHUEN 14 MOL [JULY 7]
LAKAMHA, BACAL HIGHLAND
I thought, now that I leave Lakamha, I may never return. I may never see my family again. Well, perhaps I will see some of them. But I will be like the water that comes down from a spring deep in the heart of a mountain cavern. It can flow and seep and pool and cascade all the way down to the water lily fields, all the way down to the big river, all the way to the marshes and the great salt sea....
But it can never flow back uphill to its home.
I will never forget Lakamha, even if Lakamha forgets me.
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