[Editor's note: The wZ -- aka Jim Wizniewski -- is on pilgrimage in India.]
Ancient among the ancient
Thousands of crows making their flight each morning
Across the river to the city...
Never letting me forget...
Remember the canyon...
The sacred shot into the void.
Vast plains of India stretch before me
With foreign sounds and crow caws...
Sending you a perfect shot into the moment.
wZ
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