I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
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I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

— Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
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