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What seemed like it happened yesterday was three years ago, in phone photos. Time flies in times of tech excess. Nothing is important, nothing to remember.
April 29, 2022
A message from the Beas.
This is the Beas river posting as a guest. I have a message for some of you, to warn you of a devastating flood: Pray that the day may never come
Hello, little black ant.
Where are you going on this lovely morning in the Himalaya with a tiny white crumb — half your size and more than half your weight — perfectly held