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And the cloud gave way to mountains, and the mountains were the Himalayas, and then the mountains started to change and soften and a pale green, misty valley country began. Its architecture of wood and stone and bright paint is like pure and unworldly Vienna. Tall, huge blocks of apartments like palaces. Cotton prayer flags blow in clusters from every hilltop and street corner and everyone - children and grandpas and cripples and monks - give each prayer wheel a little shove as they pass.
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The man In The Wooden Hat - Jane Gardam
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