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It has been a year, in my memory I can’t seem to locate the name of this place and its mountains anymore. I was higher than 4000m above sea level, that’s all I can remember. The vast land belongs to the yaks, the snowcapped mountains belong to the yaks, the blue sky too. To the yaks, I am just nothing more than a passerby. |
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