Towering, towering, towering, towering, towering, towering Himalaya, peaking at me from behind the Dhauladhar Range. Peaceful, peaceful, peaceful, peaceful, peaceful, peaceful monks, gliding along stone paths in their burgundy cloaks, drinking chai and eating vegetarian dumplings. Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling water, cascading down wet rocks, once ice on the mountain's bald head, now making rainbows and filling our ears with its rush.
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