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Crossing the Siolim bridge this morning I saw the sunrise. It was a rare privilege to see it. A beautiful way to start a new day.

Rolling home from Cirrus after a night of revelry felt like a fitting celebration of the world’s greatest festival at fifty.

The gentle afterglow of a tribal shakedown carrying me across the river and into the swimming lakes.

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