after hours driving on hardscrabble roads across western tibet, we pull over to check out a cluster of tents and nomads. it turns out to be a roadside market, perhaps preceding a local festival. although with my hair grown longer than ever (as you see here) and the fact that i am not in robes, the women realize i am a nun, and ask for 'blessings.' i tell them i am just an ordinary nun, not a dispenser of blessings, but they persist. i remember a pack of mani pills i had with me, and am soon surrounded by outstretched hands as i pass them out.
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