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During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. She despises me, I suppose. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. Only a son’s another story. I'll take two apprentices, and depict their career. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.

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