Dear R,
I like mornings when I wake up thoughtless to find the room so bright and when everything feels so eternal. I enjoy the stillness in the sliver of time between sleep and full consciousness. I find calm in the quietness when the skies take a breath between gusts. Early mornings make me remember the light in your brown eyes the time you said you wanted to see the sun, the smile in your voice and your murmur in the frigid air.
Yours,
S
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
A brick is made of earth and therefore it has no independent existence. It's existence is derived from the earth itself. The brick is th...
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