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Day 217: remainder

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Lockdown Chronicle

A drink , on the empty tracks.

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Tendrils

Finger of Chaos

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A feast for crows

A feast for crows

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Crack

“Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in.” Anthem, Leonard Cohen .

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Instrument of reflections

Pilot Metropolitan F

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ওম মনিপদ্মে হুম

Tibetan Singing Bowl.

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Colour of magic

(Courtesy Terry Pratchett )

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The Reader

Reading isn’t out of vogue yet. At a rail station.

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Nostalgia-food

Naga pork with black sesame and bamboo shoot. Here is the recipe

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Ink-blot

Rorschach Moon

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Anesthetize

Anesthetize

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Soul sanctuary

Soul sanctuary .

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Perennial Fernweh

Fernweh , to belong to a dreamscape

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Dreamscape

“Pearls and swine bereft of meLong and weary my road has beenI was lost in the citiesAlone in the hillsNo sorrow or pity for leaving I feelI am not your rolling wheelsI am the highwayI am not your carpet rideI am the skyFriends and liars don’t wait for meI’ll get on all by myselfI put millions of milesUnder my heelsAnd still too close to youI feelI am not your rolling wheelsI am the highwayI am…

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Sound of silence , Dzukou Valley.

Skies afire at sunrise.

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Undulations

Dzukou Valley , early in the morning .