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Gone with the wind

I walk. ​The light projected by the tungsten lamps exudes a sense of harmony. Everything is calm. The leaves of the trees float, lost with the mockery of air. Down the street, you can see the light that illuminates the pitch darkness. There are fallen twigs and leaves down the street and a sweet aroma of spring is spreading all over. Gone with the wind
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Rupak Dhakal
Published at : May 30, 2018
Updated at : May 30, 2018 08:32


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