Everything is lit. Generators whir. Strings of colored lights dangle from the roofs of temples, stupas. Eyes pressed to windows staring in at the statue that looked sad the night Holiness died.
There was a circular rainbow. And now, now Holiness remains in his house. Hundreds of monks inside making mendrup. Yangthang Tulku in the Golden Temple. And Karma Kuchen still on his way.
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