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Jan 2014
If anything is as beautiful as the new dawn, it is the dusk that draws out the last drop of light. Dawn and dusk are antonyms of the strangest kind, those which have the exact composition of each other, each having the same share of light as that of darkness, one whose beauty is experienced in the brighter half of its self, while the other whose beauty is borne out by the darker side.
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Cerebral Fallacy  Chennai, India
(Chennai, India)   
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