Thursday, August 21, 2014

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Returned from Orissa. That place is a paradise made out of terra cotta, I think Terra cotta and gleaming metal-carved temples. And green paddy fields and little ponds that lay perfectly still and reflect every tiny cloud in the sky and every leaf on a banana tree.

I have a sense that something big is happening. Let's see.

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