Yeshi and I shared tea with this old memory palace of time. Goat milk and butter were used instead of yak variations. The tea was deadly but his memories as he recounted the days of watching caravans along a portion of the Tea Horse Road head south into Bhutan, Nepal, and India were warm and clear. It was such memories that ensured that lifeblood remained in the tale of Tea Horse Road's legacy. Portions of the physical route remain in small cobbled sections or mere pathways within Yunnan, Sichuan, and upon the Tibetan Plateau, but it is in the telling and listening to the tales that something flickers back to life.
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