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written on August 4, 2018 “We are made with the intellect of gods, my brethren” I said aloud in an empty classroom that had ink marks on tables that read Acronyms barely as old as half a decade of human existence’s past.  I said aloud and I looked at the floor. ‘I must be insane’...

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written on 23rd November 2017 She had jaundice, really, so everything looked yellow to her. The streaks of grey in his hair, his intelligent eyes, his well clipped nails, everything. And he, had a new strain of viral fever. So, her curly hair, pale cheeks and the tiny black bindi on her forehead were all...