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December 30, 2008

I woke up to parched lips and a chill in my bones. Madras wasn’t used to awaking amidst frigid mornings. It was strange and disconcerting. The nip in the air was almost physical, lightly stinging any bare skin, the coldness clutching at my chest.

Infinite blanched skies
Breathed deeply, exhaling mist
Cosmic smoke rings drift.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. December 30, 2008 10:00 AM

    cosmic smoke rings ha..interesting

  2. December 30, 2008 1:00 PM

    Yeah, I loved that image too. Cosmic smoke rings. Sigh.

  3. Shrey permalink
    December 30, 2008 6:06 PM

    Cosmic smoke rings….AHEM …geekazoid 😛

  4. December 31, 2008 8:02 PM

    You have more tags than words in your post

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