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Aug 2022
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The lotus bloomed, the lilies shrunk, as the Sun rose from the eastern hills at the crack of dawn. Life seemed to emerge from its shroud of gloom and sail into a vivid dream.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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     Carlo C Gomez, old poet MK, vb, Weeping willow and Heather
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