There is in South India a little man
I once met for a half-hour, one hazy
afternoon, over a decade ago. He
writes friend, how are you? every New
Year, and many another unremarkable
day, and we are both being here. I’ve
never failed to reply.
« Pilgrims
Mr Gowda
January 15, 2015 by Martin Kovan
whispered lineage 
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