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hen it came time for all of us pilgrims to leave after a lovely day at Meherazad, many of the Mandali members would accompany us to the bus and wave goodbye as we were leaving. Baba’s little sister, Mani, would continue to project her love for us until the bus was well down the road. I hung out of the window of the bus during one departure and photographed her throwing kisses towards all of us.
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