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Showing posts with label The withered Sunflower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The withered Sunflower. Show all posts
Friday, February 8, 2008

MIRROR TALK

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It’s true we do not have any time for the old ‘Cause we treat them only as a stepping stone. Arms that cradle become withered with time and ...
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I come from a writers/artist family. My Grand mother, Sunayana Devi a renowned female artist being the youngest sister of Aboninda Nath Thakur
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