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there are displaced places of resort in our mind.we withdraw in the crawling spaces as we grow more by and by.we borrow much to let us prevail. we traverse curves to savour the quicksand moments and wish if we could capture it in the little boxes in our mind.we lose nuances between conversations,disparate perceptions,reverie,candid bonhomie,funny conjectures.if we could ever chance upon the connect we will find a kindred spirit into ourselves.it is all about the fine threads.
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