I'd forgotten how beautiful monsoon mornings are. When you wake up to stories about flooding, landslides and crashes, you wake up in fear.
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aha. i want to join you one of these days. early morning. i will come to work with you. let's. :)
ReplyDeleteCome. I think I don't see the beauty of monsoon morning coz i keep thinking death.
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