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Thin shuffling noises, crowds throng the temple floor, door votive requests,a  work, an husband for the  daughter, recovery a lost love, a deal, already two hours before dawn it is difficult to move, the silent rapt silence is broken when the sun rises, a hole in the sky. The crowd rises as one man and moves, I carried with them the sacred litanies, the melancholy thoughts of the night that will be swept away by the day … I’ve got a request for Bindiya …




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