THE QUOTE

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THE QUOTE 





the magic of the rushing wind 
and the sweet scent of wet grass 
that comes after the rain 
     along with the beautiful moonshine 
fills me up with creativity 
and inspires me to do the work that I love 
and with that work touch those brilliant stars



-SHAURYA AGARWAL 

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