Don't hurry. Don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
Evenings at the Indian Coffee House
In this middle age, I wonder how life has turned out to be, so different from the images that I had when someone asked me to ima...
In this middle age, I wonder how life has turned out to be, so different from the images that I had when someone asked me to ima...
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