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a mountain town

A mountainous town Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day. I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport had to drive home to get a new one, which took time and losing money. Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust covering mountains into a clock of sadness Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding when tourists evacuate on your sacred top filling valleys with empty tunny tins, condoms and the toilet papers flapping in the wind. For tourists falling off cliffs, I only offer contempt tourists that bestride and befoul a holy mountain.
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