Everybody in that crowd was stilled as though the wild west wing blew.The person,a result of Abdul of the bard of his court could make a person fly into eternity.
The wings sprouted from the ribs and grew in proportion to the world of wings to reach a new world.
The wings fawned a dream as they sprouted from the unfortunate life and trysts of natural speech limited and hidden and not which are told to, not allowed by the tides of time.
The life of a idea or the idea of a life.
The Nizam of Eiderabad.
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