

yellow and black with bumble bees on Gandharvika's veil for the dark moon. Wear a yellow cloak like a dude in the days of old, a yellow cloak and an embroidered veil, play a bamboo flute with a blue flower over your left ear and that's how you'll know the dark moon's come. Carnation and rose garlands for Mahaprabhua and Gandharvika while Giridhari's has a star gazer lily in the center.
Pedaling today was a trip. Racing to the post office, playing beat the clock and won. Then past the sunglass place and to the fruit market. All the mountain men smile and wave as i drift past but all the roadies just stare blankly ahead. They've got to keep their minds focused somewhere else.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? He's dancing this evening but left us all behind and took only one with him. It's warm enough that he's not got a chodder and we all want to catch up to him and hear his flute one more time.
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