In his eyes, hiding everything West/text list, is a shed for truth. He doesn't need to know about West/reservoir, West Tibet is not a concept to him, he likes here itself, rather than by name. Saying admiring West Tibet the mysterious culture visitors, he waved away. Why did you come here? In fresh, thin air, the reasons, in the vast mountain in the snow, static like snow-covered wilderness of heaven, not in those flashy ad-words.
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