What is it about this city that extinguishes all the exuberance that I carry back with me preciously guarded from distant places?
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
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hey there,
Happy New EAR to you too... Pandurang was so phunny... where did you go, I have forgotten the name, it was a quaint name wasn't it...
look forward to reading about it... COncrete Jungles rob me of all the joy too..
cheers
z
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