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Mines-of-literature; where the words themselves are Masters, Workers, and Golds.

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Let the darkness swallow us

We talk, silently, many times; And, we talk with the help of words, many times.

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The lost lord

It was, no doubt, autumn. The wretched leaves, which conquered the world once, however, were now in a vulnerable state. Enshrouded with the rainbow mantelpiece, the leaves were easily carried away by the balmy breeze. They flew hither and thither... Continue Reading →

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