Into the Mela

Crossing the Goddess was eventless.  The pontoon bridge stretched out like a slightly twisting snake,  the  supporting plastic oval bollards elevating the wooden and metal bridge effortlessly above the brown flow,  and the water slipped through the gaps without causing eddies or whirlpools.  It was wide but shallow,  the sand and silt that lined the shores clearly visible beneath.

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