Confused
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He woke in a cell with shackled feet, dim light, lying over a pile of skulls. “Did I do this or just another victim?” He wondered, sweating.
Paper boats
Boats are safe on shore but they weren't built for that – I set my sail in the ocean of words
Paper boats 
Marvellous
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Thanks, Ravi 🙂
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