Jul 1, 1997 | Phalini Devi Dasi, Uncategorized, Volume-31 Number-04
"I felt as if those monks were kindred spirits, as if I had been there myself at some distant forgotten time." ON A CRISP, sunny October morning in 1958 I sat in my third-grade classroom at St. Philomena Elementary School in Denver, Colorado. Our regular...
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