Uranbileg Batjargal , indeed, walks in two worlds, her feet kicking up soil along an unfamiliar path, and the breeze lifting her into a limitless dreamscape.
Fortunately for us, she is a writer, a poet, a shaper of images.
In her sphere, we experience both the grit and delicacy of her attention.
Her words hint and declare the personal-shared of love, of loneliness, of memory, of humor, of terror.
To read these pages for the first time is a pleasure; to read them again is irres.