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Post by Dave Besseling on Nov 1, 2008 12:51:55 GMT -5
The sonorous cumulous that tent-tip the Kashmir Valley must be index finger-thumb propped by an imageless fate over the mountain-shrined waters of Dal Lake.
As the late afternoon clouds burst rain, the singing mosques and the clanking horns compete for the title of the valley rhythm king.
Prayers of supplication cross cries for commerce both snuck through the droplets with committed intent showers that fall with or without rain dancers, with or without my comment, lapping military paradiddles on houseboat roofs.
Just what the ducks and the other waterfowl are on about, I’m not so sure.
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