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Aug 2020
Lights were reflecting from all the big and tiny surfaces, going crazy.
Shadows crawled into few remaining corners, hoping to make it somehow through the day.
Winds, in resignation but with a dignity, were dying away.
Only we alone had to stay, without moving, hoping or planning.
Written by
Kafka Joint
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