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The empty glass of water in my room is colder than the mountains and distant stars outside.
February 6, 2022
A red sari in the sun.
A woman in a red sari evading the camera’s gaze that the photographer intended for her blood-red sari dripping on the barren grey street made of
Footprints in the snow.
Snowing stopped the day before yesterday. Yesterday was sunny but today is cloudy, and yesterday’s blazing sun ate through the insubstantial snow