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“Outside, I shivered in a landscape of greys and silvers, the stone walls and cobbles looming pale in the wintry air. The only true color was an amber penumbra shimmering around the moon. Beyond the silvered slope of overgrown lawn, the mass of black trees moved to and fro in the breeze, with a strange undulation like waving sea fronds.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

“I hope
you are not the one
who runs away
to find a safe shelter
during a cold night breeze
- running away”
― Jyoti Patel, ANAMIKA: BEYOND WORDS