November 8, 2016

It is dawn in Varanasi. The sounds of singing bowls and chanting are off in the distance. A woman in torn clothes slouches down while sitting in a weaken state on top of a giant stone. Flies rest in the corner of her eyes as she elevates to lock her cold gaze on me. Sh...

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