It was just after dawn last Sunday when a pair of pilgrims lighted
incense on the shore and dropped two coconuts into the sacred waters,
otherwise known as Jamaica Bay.
The shells bobbed in the surf, not far from clay bowls, rotting limes
and waterlogged rags that had washed back ashore, flotsam from previous
Hindu ceremonies to mark festivals, births, deaths and everything in
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