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Posted: 7 years ago
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Here I am with my chat show #Guftugu... minus Sawaal's! ! That's the twist !!

This one is like an AT but here we don't have to finish 150 pages to move on to the next !
Because, forum neeeds more posts !!!!
It's like a chit chat thread where you can post... like anything!!
How is life... when are the exams. ..the travel plans!!
A movie you have watched, about a new book or a show you are watching!!
About the absence as well !! Yes, we care!

Or, you can simply leave a Hi !
In short a What's up!? Post !!

Pinking away to Glory!!!
#KaalaTeeka .
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Posted: 7 years ago
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Yay guftagu #713🥳






Happy flying

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Posted: 7 years ago
#3
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
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Posted: 7 years ago
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March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.
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Posted: 7 years ago
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Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.

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