...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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A happy, happy Saturday! Woke up late with the headache brought on by insufficient sleep. Then went to Vashi for my weekly Ma Kali visit. ...
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