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Photo by Kendall Marianacci, Nepal Semester.

Finding Treasure in Prakashpur- A Poem

As I dig my hands into the dirt

Soil spreading beneath my fingers

I’m reminded of a time when I was younger

Somewhere in my homeland

The same motion and excitement

Finding the starchy morsels that have survived with us for centuries

To be dusted off, transformed

And I nod to myself:

Good things still come in small packages.