on first Ekadasi they wear Udita Tapana seamstress reminds me not let the sari rise or fall she made a noise to illustrate it all i couldn't help but laughing like i think she knew i would roses in the leis they become absorbed in the outfit, i wish they'd contrast i heard the maker say as i cycle babble and i spun with beach breeze in our hair got on the trail there it took us through the fresh afternoon air that was all around a sufferer asked me "what's the buzz?" and "where the biggest waves was in the lighthouse district" got to the rock near natural bridge you know the one where there were about a dozen sea lions on top to take some sun at abhavan mauli a mendicant told us just over the railroad track is a pathway where cyclists get no flack from beasts who's hearts are black circled round the spinner's church on our way home down the beach hill round the bout we were almost all alone but by the time we got to treacherous triangle there were chocolate strawberries at every angle saw ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bowed our heads at ashram gate we saw mi ray and "pray for me" was all he said as the bells were finished thakuras were dressed in purple and green at sunrise it'll be quite the scene come and have ordinary taste dimished