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“Animals rise through a slope toward the summit like migratory
birds over an amavasya sky. I watch a mountain loop our prayers
like an echo through the darkness. A glistening comet appears
across the sky, a streak of purple phosphorescence, as a row of
earthen lamps lit over a porch.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta