Remembering

For nine days we walk along the coast, through mayi, along sandy beaches and cliff tops. At sundown we unfurl dusty swags onto red pindan or white sand, tying mosquito nets to the branches of murga. Smokey fires ward off persistent mosquitoes, infusing hair and cloth with the smell of gunaroo and jigal…

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