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Sky Shots Dobara...




The wheels remembered the path, the taste, the aroma and people around there, were acquainted. The taste in those pots remained same but with a lemon twist. The serving and the members had a slight change than the initial. The count increased for squeezing those sliced lemons but no salt on the nose this time. The tracks which played in the atmosphere added a different texture to the shade of our thoughts, it was not a party, not a celebration, but a get together of our souls, of a relationship, a friendship with those one-time sips. Those whom we missed the previous time, this time they added a flavour, in those pipes and on those empty glasses. It was beyond everything, and without these fellows, it was hard to ever get such thing.
We repeated the location, the road because in the previous frame everyone did not fit. The initial was good but the repetition was the best, it's not the last or the least. We will crawl on that path with those loaded seats since we are the beasts. 
Everybody might be working differently or they might have fled, gone, 
but we were, we are and we will be the seven stones.
I am sorry if I missed out anything because for me you are all and the everything and by mentioning you all in these words and presenting your all's presence in these sentences I don't need anything. 

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