By divine design the Raiders depart for India destined for greatness.
Send your prayers to Shiva and beg that one of her many arms grants us a mighty shove in our hour of need.
With respect, we roll like pros.
See you all at the first checkpoint.
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O good lord. This is happening. My toes are curled, my eyelids drawn, and I'm vibing something fierce in the direction of Rajasthan. May the wind be up your rudder, the cows less than unctuous, and everything else perfectly digestive. Big love.
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