it may not exactly be the four seasons but it is home. believe it or not the bed is clean and comfortable. the flower garlands in the window o buy at night from a young girl in front of the ashram. i usually but several ropes of jasmine flowers. i drape some in each of my windows and when the breeze blow the whole room smells like jasmine. the older couple that own the place are very sweet and do not speak a word of english. the keep tring to get me to eat with them. the thought terrifies me. they may be sweet but they sure aren't clean. so far i have not been sick and i intend to keep it that way.
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you know, pink is the color they paint the rooms for the out-of-control patients in the insane asylums. It's naturally calming.
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