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there were times when solutions came easy, but at moments like this I think the only way out is the way in-to the soul, to read, write and travel.

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Jeevan said…
true, and the way I used to do. what we do or not, let us live along with others. hugs
Kavi said…
To read. To write. To travel. And what more is there to life..!

Hmm !
C'est Moi said…
To read, I have been doing that, just that comments are not accessible from office...To write, i am trying to take some time off work and TRY, to travel, i don't really have that desire...

But yes, there are times when i just want to read, write of have tea, especially, when i can find no solutions to the messes i generally put myself in,,,,

Nicely written, touches somewhere deep.
venus66 said…
Well said fren. Take care.
Miladysa said…
Safe journey :)

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