Category: part-3
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Hypocrisy of Conservation
I stood under the approaching twilight. The early morning air tasted like the breeze of an open fridge in the midst of noon. The caws of crows gliding overhead echoed welcomingly. The sun was barely over the horizon; Her radiant rays grasping the remnants of dawn like gentle fingertips unveiling the grandiose skyscraping granite ramparts…
Dashing Heights 