A Month of Mongolia

An endless horizon...lush green hills touching an ever blue sky, with a sprinkle of shepherds with their stock.

Whilst everything and nothing wraps together in a timeless shell, the melody of Tuvan folk songs cuts through the plains as children ride their horses home. Young or old, the distinctive beauty and strength from times long past burns in the eyes of those from this beautiful country.

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