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All I remember

All I remember

The incessant downpours of summer. And all I remember, those days that never seemed to end. The dummy sky with no colors and clues, the paper flowers heavier on the glass table. Impenetrable 7-feet door, next to a bare wide window sill, ushered the courageously shy raindrops. The heart-shaped leaves of the vine with a tinge of lemon yellow. Thin air Jammed in the middle of somewhere.
– Arun Bahadur Gurung

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Arun Bahadur Gurung