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On a Winters Shore

At midnight

we put our gifts of

rice and rice wine,

small coins , prayer cards

on board the paper mache boats,

we lit the candles that would

guide them on there

journey to the spirit world,

gently pushed the out to sea.

 

Along the beach

people stood in silence,

each offering a prayer to the

ancesters, hopingthat they would accept

our humble gifts and prayer cards.

 

Thailand.

 

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