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sbitonti

About sbitonti

Hello Little Reader,
Oh how you wander so.
In a world where we're all dazzled
Instead of wanting to know.
But here you are seeking,
and seeking quite thorough
I appreciate you Little Reader
But I'm insignificant so...



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These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah