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Snake Skin

Well, to step across the truth is something like wandering across a shed snake skin. The first sight makes your shiver at its dangerous slimy body, alerting you to be aware of yourself and the environs around you, worrying whether it might attack now or then, but on a much dared closer inspection you find it to be just a snake skin shed...

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Farewell

The bus screeches to a stop at my stop. Letting the others ahead, I read the road as I involuntarily board the bus and move to the seat that has been always left to me. As I sit, the small surrounding around me, gives me a warm welcome hug sort of feel and I feel I am home, again. It usually took me...

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