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Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and out of The Temple came a loud voice from The Throne, saying, "It is done!"
Cras Credemus, Hodie Nihil....
Shuno Shudhijon
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Them
Those Eyes
A Gift from a Gifted Friend
our shadows rove
An Award
Thank you Samadrita....
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