Ah, those are the soft, low guardians of the heights and the stubborn woolly star that blooms in the rockiest cracks. Eche, I know their faces intimately through my lens.
But in my life, Saussurea gnaphalodes isn't just a rare species—it's the spitting image of my stubborn daughter, pushing through the hardest ground to show her colours, so my thawai sees a fighter, not a flower.
I wait hours for the dew on one cushion plant, the same way I wait for the quiet mist on the Barak, both holding a whole world in their stillness.
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