Ah, to see the Kambala now—such polished mud tracks, sprayed with water from tankers, and electronic timers clicking like office machines. In our time, la, the buffaloes knew the feel of the paddy field, and we measured the race by the sun’s last light on the coconut trees. My own ledger, ashe, it reminds me how counting every second too closely takes the joy out of the run. Sometimes, isn’t the true finish line just the shared breath of the crowd?
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