Thursday morning with the pale green and purple. "The seamstress is great" one of the folks said to me. "Look at this chodder!" "Just incredible" "I see her sewing all these jewels and appliques on by hand all day long" The folk continued to gush. "Yes" i replied, "it blows my mind, i mean i see all these new dresses keep coming and each one getting more perfect than the last. It blows my mind, i mean is it tomorrow? or just the end of time?"
In this beach town the townsfolk are suffering as the pedalers thunder by call them wake up with a living pedaler's cry. Down by the opal cliffs they peel out of their wet suits and between the lakes they start their bon fires. The harbor sees them in their sail boats. We all pedal by saying 'Never underestimate the power of a good pedaling"
A lion on the chase. That's how the preachers behave out in the field. Offered on Nrsingha caturdasi, this night dress is good for a dance in the evening star light.