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golden rays of the sun, now I know why some places become those stories which we love to carry.</i></p><p id="d8d2">This page from my travel journal is joining <a href="https://medium.com/paper-poetry">Paper Poetry</a> Publication by <a href="undefined">Suntonu Bhadra</a></p><div id="e751" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/paper-poetry"> <div> <div> <h2>Paper Poetry</h2>
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Colours of that year when I wandered from one city to another, sometime alone other time with family, the ghats in this quaint town played with the golden rays of the sun, now I know why some places become those stories which we love to carry.
This page from my travel journal is joining Paper Poetry Publication by Suntonu Bhadra