THE INVISIBLE WOMAN
We are all sons, And we’re all daughters, As we pass by the Invisible Woman. “Son?” “Son?” “Daughter?” “Son?” She sits there on the steps…
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DO YOU FEEL LIKE A TEA, PUNK?
DO YOU FEEL LIKE A TEA, PUNK?So, here I am, one evening, at Guptkashi in Uttarakhand, which served as my base camp during my trip…