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Thursday, January 26, 2006
Writing
Sometimes breathing is so hard...Sometimes feeling is so hard. At these times writing takes me so high...
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Inside Eda
I, Eda...
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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