Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan
Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan
Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan
Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan
Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan
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Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday.

— Pradeepa Pandiyan
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At the age of 46 I was starting to see the appearance of rainbow halos and starbursts around bright nighttime lights, pr — Steven Magee
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Our ancestors wholeheartedly sacrificed their lives to fight against tyranny, and we are allowing that very same tyranny — Yanan Melo, Naaalala Niyo Ba Ang Noli Me Tangere?
As a citizen of the world, I will not confine myself within the gates of one nation or religion. I will not identify wit — Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise. — Kamand Kojouri