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lost

probably the fervor in finding these magnificent lives were lost when we found them strewn along the edges of time, having long forgotten their beginnings, their memory of origin eaten by aging time.

receding seas
lost evenings.


Comments

venus66 said…
Hi, how are you? Been a long time. Happy New Year.
Aradhita said…
Maybe time for new beginnings then.

Happy new year to you.
[DA] Thx :)

[Venus]hi, im good, been so long, how are you? Happy new year too.

[Aradhita] I think yes, starting with to read more...ive not been reading enough.

Happy new year :)
Jeevan said…
Hope u catch-up with the time traveler sometime.
[jeevan] hopefully brother :)

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