...like the soft, wild child soul that gets together bits of sounds and words, tears and sighs from the tips of waves and the crests of skies...and makes it poetry.
Today the moon was like that.
Today the moon was like that.
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Day 18 of 108
Returned home to Bandra today. Had a strange and beautiful epiphany in the auto. It wasn't a new epiphany. It was an old one. But it sud...
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