Come into my dreams, and into my only freedom. There is a thundering world underneath, and if you come close enough, care enough, you may hear a choked breathy whisper. Come; see the secret about a secret: you will hear the greatest truths and the grimiest lies, and I shall be buried under every distinct sound.
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Ooooh! Liked.
I suppose the best form of flattery is getting inspired. Vi, you always do that :-)
Aw, Shreyasi---thank you. That certainly means a lot to me. :)
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