Thursday, September 23, 2010


A holiday. No school.
The children come.
A borrowed mat spread over the dirt. A place prepared.

Pictures colored for a story.

A craft.


Women filter into the edges to listen.

In the afternoon, a burning fever.
It breaks within a few hours.
I rise, shower away the sweat, and walk to have tea in an Indian home.
At the end of the day, there has been goodness in every moment.

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