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Saturday, November 01, 2014

Jagadhatri

This morning there was a big puja at church complete with homa fire.  We were there an hour and a half early for choir practice.  It was hard to stay with it all.  But they fed everyone afterward.  I spent most of the morning sitting on the floor.  I am grateful that my body was okay with that.  I couldn't see the homa fire, but Ming stood up in the back to see it.

"How did the homa fire look?"

"The top of the flame looked very impressive seeing as it was a small-based fire.  It seemingly had a small base."

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