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October. Harvests and Hints..

You can feel everything changing.

It is in-between now.

Light, dark. Warm, cool. Lush, dry.

Man, animal. Goddess, mother.

In a death struggle. In an eternal embrace.

It is shrouded in mist.

It is as clear as day.

The last rains recede. Nanda Devi will soon emerge from behind the last clouds.

Springs have become streams. Streams have become rivers.

The ocean awaits.

If order prevails, the rains will come from the oceans again.

There is much work to be done.

There are feasts and celebrations coming.

And, next year, may She come again.

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