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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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That poem feels like a warm sweater. :)
nice to see some ur illustrations again! I am in Kutchh teaching at the Kalaraksha Vidhyalaya, will be in A'bad on the 19th.
love your november. wish mine was like that :)
Soo, it isn't all that nice and warm anymore. Freezing freakin cold sometimes!
:)
Does that make you feel better?
:)
ur new illustrations are different. beautifully done as always. not as soft, sharper lines, carefree. love it! why the change?
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