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Cheers to the days I found myself, like the eye surrounded by the hullabaloo of the hurricane, the crimson maple leaves that turn to gold for autumn, like the stardust between the stars, the single antique piece in the crumbling museum, like the deep caves in perpetual darkness,to the days I freed myself from the cuddles and snuggles of what I called my comfort zone.

 ~Aparna

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