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Far, so far off
in a far off land
you think of me as always even
while driving down to work or
when you get caught up in a traffic jam or
just window shopping at the mall....
familiar colors, familiar odors
a touch and
a single drop of rain on
your eyelid
that fell through time
letting you know of
the quiver in my

– Dr. Amitabh Mitra 
April 18, 2004

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