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This man stood in Kathmandu Durbar Square barely moving, rarely speaking. Pretty much his only movements came when someone dropped an offering into his silver bowl. What I liked about his style is that he did not hound people and beg. He simply stood still and waited and waited and waited. It had to take quite a bit of strength to hold that bowl away from his body. He was standing in place when I entered the square and was still standing in the same place when I left an hour later.

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