A mud pot
We too are made of Clay after all
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We too are made of Clay after all
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Read MoreIt says that they spread an aromatic fragrance when they bloom and are bright. It also says that they wither under harshness and die down when deprived of light. Interact with life that comes flying around and have their own colour to every sight. Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish, yet stand […]
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