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It's not easy to wash feet
    in Messulumi.
Water fetched
    fire lit
          kettle boiled
              warm water poured
                    soap rubbed
rough towel dried.
Such care
                is needed.
Then poem is about having my feet washed in Messulumi village. Messulumi is the village in Nagaland (N E India) that my wife comes from. The painting is also my work is of Jesus washing Peter's feet at the last supper on Maundy Thursday.

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