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Aug 2022
Vague meanings and half-baked concepts. The way ahead is empty and forked. The previously travelled trail had been ruthlessly gobbled up by time.The intellect is unable to determine which route is the best one to take. Nothing is certain.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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