Then there is the stupa. The drone of a million mantras fill the air as hundreds of people walk round and round, their prayer beads passing their fingers one by one with the same steadfast determination that is in their steps. This is no leisurely stroll they are taking. There are old men and women, hunched over from years of heavy burden on their backs and children that seemed to have learned early the importance of this practice.
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