At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands — Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands — Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands — Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands — Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands — Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
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At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands of light and dark? Could they indeed have been distinct entities?

— Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe
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