Wrote at six and read at sixty. •Wrote at six an

Wrote at six and read at sixty. •Wrote at six and read at sixty• In the calm and cold surroundings, between the mountains and the dense forests, dwells a couple alone in a old mansion formed out of their sweats. The sun spilled out its vermilion hued ink over the dark paper of sky. The birds were singing in chorus. She ignited the incense stick and the smoke raised and vanished into the air and the knell of the bell echoed in the house. He was watering the plants in the garden. He had finished it now and he moved to the sto

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