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Day 28: Crispy
It was a cold, crispy night. Somone called out from behind the curtains. Startled, the stag stopped on his track and looked up with eyes as clear as the moon…
And, thus the story flows on like a river, grows up as the trees, flies up like the birds – as you open a book….
©AnushtupSett




































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