Village huts plastered in mobile adsrainclinging to the rest of the waterthat still hangs in the air,dropping slow.Men in dhottis climbing paddieslike the electrical towers that snake up the hills,entangledin the lush green of morning’s showers.If the stone is flat enough you will find plastered billsillegible andghostly of purpose.Near the bus stop (red clay and… Continue reading The Drive Into Goa:
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