Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Some...
Something closed. Something opened. Something speedy. Something slow. Some just bumpy. Some are just leaving. But what about those that are coming? Allahuakbar.
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