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  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: The Walkers

    The interminable notes fall silent, and we are left among the columns and the smoke. Bear witness , it whispers softly as always, and then we are alone again. Before ...

    Jul 7, 2009


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah