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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

In the crisp air, the sky was like a dark piece of silk 
studded with tiny diamonds. The silence was dense, 
with only the quiet sound of the river and the
 twittering of some night birds to challenge it.

A Fort of Nine Towers
Qais Akbar Omar
Posted by Lydia's Blog at 3:31 AM
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