An old Indian with glasses

An old Indian with glasses

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There is a moment in our life when we can't avoid writing. It doesn't matter what kind of. We write just because we are unable to stay with ourselves face to face without putting everything occurred to us to its place; otherwise, no recollections are possible and we drift in time. It doesn't matter to us what suit our writings for. We write just to say ''That is OVER'' but that'll never be over like on Dali's picture where he's drowning in the sea.
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