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The Road to the Honest World
After being thrashed and burnt at the stake; By nocturnal witches in spaghetti straps with gravy stains He walked, Breathing in golden and breathing out black, On the road to the honest world. © PinkyBinks
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The Land of the Smell of Sheep
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Lost Post: Prayer for Myanmar
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Lost Post: Boys and Guns
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Moments of Days in Holland
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Lost Post: That Night in Yangon
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Lost Post: There/Gone/Past
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Reflections on Existence, Whatever That Is
I am unaware if this is how it starts, but if my memory serves me right, I’ll begin. People intertwine with us, as humans, they become part of who we are. Friends and lovers. We choose things together and i agreed to tour a Bombay slum. These loved ones, with whom i travelled take the…
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Lost Post: Nuns and Showgirls
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Lost Post: My First Burmese Wedding
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Lost Post: Mrs Popcorn’s Neighbours
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The Road to Nowhere #3
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