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Second half of the first Chamba book difficult to tell but this could date from about 10th to 25th of April

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The boy and his bull who sat quietly whilst I drew him, and then signed his name at the bottom. 

I bumped into him higher up the valley and didn't recognize him at first " Chamba Chapels" he said excitedly pointing at our new, tyre soled funky sandals. 

Not a very big image as yet.

28-4-81 from a wooden om

 

higher up and you feel you see right over the tops

and all around its your domain.

 

But I don't really believe in any other gods here.

But I'm sure that they don't worship me.

 

The little lights on the side of Big Big twinkle a little

- they are some of them fires

that no one could reach to tonight from where I am

stood in the cool post twilight.

The little small villages lie darkened on little ledges

cooped up with livestock and nits.

 

Small speck

I was all alone and shivered slightly

on my haunches.

I had nothing to say to a bluey grey coolness

that didn't come out from the ends of my hair.

I have a pocket of unsung reasons

(going higher and higher - till I'm dead)

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