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Bow River

September is a favoured month, one of my twelve most favoured months, in fact. I think of September as my New Year.

The first (I hope) of some brief snapshots from India. If all goes well, I’ll get caught up a bit the next few days while I’m here in Jodhpur.

We’re copying down “I will not talk in class” one hundred times because the teacher told us to. One hundred times a second. But we are our own teachers. It’s time to give ourselves new assignments.