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I open my eyes to reflections of palm trees holding their green fruit. The water has the salty taste of the ocean. It bloats the cotton around my waist with weight. I walk past the video camera and disappear into the world it can't see. I try to change discretely but drop my towel and Ravi yells 'chi-chi' in embarrassment. A family of seven, with their backs turned, face a pujari wearing a cream shawl split by a green stripe thrown over his shoulder. They perform the rites for the death of a family member, repeating what he says, in Sanskrit. They say this tirtham is that strong. It can cleanse away death. As I dry, the sky grows blue around them.
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