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Aug 2022
What's happening is a mystery to me.
Where it will all end is a mystery to me.
I have no option but to whirl with the globe like a lifeless object placed at the edge of a cliff by nature to mystify itself.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
103
   Aishu
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