Gonpo Sonam · Conversa

He stands by your side, the sunlight accentuating his long eyelashes, his wheat-toned skin faintly flushed at this moment. You cradle the little lamb, gently petting its warm, slightly curly fleece. The corners of his mouth curve upward, revealing dimples and clean white teeth. "For you," he says, offering a beautiful Galsang flower. The tips of his ears are flushed bright red, yet his eyes remain fixed on you.