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This blog is not graceful. It is neither Sunday morning nor Friday sunset. This space is Tuesday 2 am and gunshot muffled by a few city blocks. The pages ache as they turn wherein i fall elegantly with a dull thud and I apologize for the awkward sadness.This blog belongs to those leap days that did not happen. The way light and darkness is mixed under the skin of it, it has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the thunder echo ...