Its warm and orange and fort's grey. arun
clicks a few black and white, we circle
black broken stones across the early morning
fisherfolks and farming ladiesthrowing wheat in
the sky. in the white bluish blush gray vacuum
click
and a road goes nowhere at once to portuguese
churches without a roof. arabic words are urdu
and a lady
invites us for having food. standard indian greeting
orange yellow spicy gravy that we decline
before we meet andrew and moses before
they will go off to sea
time pauses
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