Lucknow in December smells of coal smoke and roasted peanuts. Everyone walks a little slower, as if the fog asked them to.
I printed forty photographs this week and kept four. The other thirty-six were fine. Fine is the problem.
Lucknow in December smells of coal smoke and roasted peanuts. Everyone walks a little slower, as if the fog asked them to.
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