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Before leaving Mogao I headed off across the gravelly wastes to a hill overlooking the valley of the grottoes. It was like a narrow stretch of green piercing a scene of seemingly total aridity. Next to me rose several highly weathered stupas. As I stood there I became aware of the stillness, the silence, no movement, no obvious animals or birds. Again I was alone in the desert beneath a piercing blue sky.

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