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we are mirrors. water. grass. The tip that grazes an ecstatic breeze is the root. and the fortress lies in its foundations. every speck of the vision is an explosion of our own shadows. we nod cinematically; in hypnotic roam … Continue reading

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Broken fragments all.Distorted echoes. We ricochet. and Dissolve.We search for space.Like passengers after kurla station.and sometimes it all comes together. In the jigsaw of transit

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