A drokpa family — two generations, twenty-one yaks, a canvas tent patched in four places. The grandmother had been moved here from the collectivization period and had not, in the decades since, had reason to leave. She offered me butter tea and asked where, exactly, Amdo was — meaning, what was the rest of the world like.
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