Placeholder: [photo in the forest by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] A tall and powerfully built stern looking Indian sage with long white hair and a long beard is walking across thickly forested mountains in a determined manner. In his right hand he holds an ornate battle axe with Hindu holy symbols. In his left hand he holds prayer beads called rudraksha. [photo in the forest by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] A tall and powerfully built stern looking Indian sage with long white hair and a long beard is walking across thickly forested mountains in a determined manner. In his right hand he holds an ornate battle axe with Hindu holy symbols. In his left hand he holds prayer beads called rudraksha.

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[photo in the forest by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] A tall and powerfully built stern looking Indian sage with long white hair and a long beard is walking across thickly forested mountains in a determined manner. In his right hand he holds an ornate battle axe with Hindu holy symbols. In his left hand he holds prayer beads called rudraksha.

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