Strange Magic Place

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Lhasa - yak butter eaten from a torn Sprite bottle, incense smouldering in brass pots, smoke suffusing the air with the smell of devotion, that thin air, hard to breathe. Girls, women, men and boys, all dressed proudly in patterned jackets, long skirts, satin coloured, some half on- half off. Babies nestled in thickly swaddled backpacks, mother's hair braided with jewellery adorning the jet blac... Read Full Entry

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