Gleaming brass water pots...one on top of the other...are balanced perfectly on her head. Another one nestled at her waist. Yet she walks so gracefully on the uneven pebbled path. Not a drop spills over. As we drive past, I catch a glimpse of her callused hands and grey hair. Saturday, January 19, 2013
small stone jan '13 - day 19
Gleaming brass water pots...one on top of the other...are balanced perfectly on her head. Another one nestled at her waist. Yet she walks so gracefully on the uneven pebbled path. Not a drop spills over. As we drive past, I catch a glimpse of her callused hands and grey hair. 
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Beautiful!I like each of your postings in this series.
Beautiful!I like each of your postings in this series.
Many thanks, Kash!And for taking the time to read my posts also.Much appreciated!
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