A fishing village, on the Pacific.

In the afternoon we walked along the shore as the tide rose wearily. When she stopped I ran on a little further, barefoot and at ease. I returned a while later, feeling happy and she had been occupying herself, folded in Sanskrit; the ancient art of India in a fishing village rested on the Pacific.

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