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For Ravi Shankar: This Is What It Was

Raga. Sun shifts as fingers on sitar. Ravi Shankar is dead. Old women in dark clothes make it down the road through a tabla of sounding rain We know not sometimes what effects us until it has done so. Play music in the cell phone and breath while awaiting the bus. Pour honey onto bread at home and think, this is what it was.

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