Mr. X and the Tale of Borobudur

I remember the first still, long lotus night in the passagragan’s portico – I was awake as Mr. X slept—so peacefully. As dawn arrived with her rose colored legions not a sound broke the stillness save the slow occasional rustle of palm branches and the song of birds. From the portico we had a splendid view of the terraced temple called Borobudur.

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