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Stories Washed Ashore…

Sometimes when I

think of life,

I feel like a

piece of driftwood…

washed up

on a shore…

only to

float away…

across an

ocean…

like a driftwood…

No address, nothing…

just no more

human…

A sea of possibilities…

Beckon…

beyond twilight zones…

( kovalam beach, Chennai, India)

(words from Harukami , Tuhin roy, Avinash , quotes…)