Like a Footprint
Revisiting the ashram in January 2000, I did a short mediation sitting by the edge of the cliff where I first met the Beatles. As I got up to leave I noticed a single, old rubber sandal in the underbrush. I stepped over it, walking away, until a gentle voice in my head insisted I take this picture. I understood why when I wrote the accompanying text.
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