Welcome, and welcome, and welcome the Hug Ring says, over and over, to the people carrying stacks of textiles, silks, brocades, cotton madras, and ikat, prisms of color and texture moving through the market stalls. The Hug Ring is good cheer; waves hello and goodbye and hello again at the merry-go-round riders as they float in and out of sight. It is the slow rise, dip, and roll of kites at the festival in Gujarat, the leaves filled with candles floating away in Varanasi. Your arms circling a bowl of golden pears and apricots, the open gesture, precipitant of love.
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