The water was blue and clear.
The banyan murmured to the winds.
The hermit took the chill to his frame.
He raised the scooped water.
Sun, for you...
The sun did not pacify.
You see not what you offer.
He scorched and floated west.
The hermit felt sad.
Gods have abandoned me.
He drew his hands to bury his face.
The warrior princess of the woods beamed in the cupped water.
The hermit was freed of qualms.
He meditated the whole day under the banyan.
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