Arambol, Goa, India. 17th February 1994.

“Haze in a daze.

Almost unaware that it is real.

A rhythm so slow I have to stop myself moving and ease into this life.

The boats hauled up, beached against the white and red sand.

The coconut palms and their rattling breezes.

The sound of music carried on the wind and the warm brreath of India on my cheeks.

GOA.

I love it so and feel as if my feet will never touch the ground,

I do not feel fully in control!

The  set-red sun, lies on its back and I can feel its warmth carried on the breeze,

and the slow shanti breathing of this place.”

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