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the streetlight outside my door stops not at illuminating the lane below, but also contrives to send, a thin beam of yellow light through a hitherto unknown cleft, and into my room, disturbing further, my already disturbed sleep.

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amit-pathak

Indian

Published: May 22, 2013
LinesWords: 838

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