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Apr 2018
It was a new opening,

A window that showed the tall greeny hills and the open blue sky.



But it wasn’t all about the view, was it?

It was about where I was standing- on a tall hill under an empty sky,

Still exposed and vulnerable


-Aiswarya-
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