Crossing the Ganges on the train out of Varanasi, sunrise. Windy open windows train. One of the most glorious moments:
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Sky shining
mist made of light
Ganga shining
masks thrown to the sea
A rowboat glides silent
through borderless intimate
Silhouettes bathe
at the shores of God
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