Amidst the stretches of barren land and an un-ending expanse of dreaded shrubs, a gazelle of echoes that faded to the decibels of melancholy, sat a young 20 something, with a violin, dilapidated with time, as he strum a tune, in the memory of his teenage fantasy. A wrecked...
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01-Jun-2017 • 1022 views