If the sands of time never stop slipping ,
Its cuz countless are the grains .....
Those grains are embedded in the banks....
The tides are phases with changing names ....
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I love the mist ....... signifies peace and serenity .... We associate it with paths that are difficult to tread ........ isn't it like discovering what's inside the head....
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