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Jan 27
The wind is blowing, the weather is nice, but the future seems bleak.

The sun feels good on the skin, yet things don't seem good in life.

There is greenery all around, which is calming to the sight, but life is not looking well.

Everything seems to be there in life, save for the assurance that it will continue.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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