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A Walk

A Walk

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He washed his feet scrupulously after the walk...

Sloughing off each sand granule, each of them was her...

Her sighs were forsaken, chided as vanity!


She who had caressed him on her bosom, was scoured with stark fingers.

Mirthfully, he feels his skin, its pink and blithe.

And that is how that horizon ceased.


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