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Word Psychedelia!

Posted on May 27, 2013August 28, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

A word can never achieve the superlative state of fuzziness and infinity because it’s very existence is based on ascribing… Read more Word Psychedelia!

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Prashant Nawani

Prashant Nawani

Every place in every moment is potent with a zillion stories, pictures, poems, music of life and death. I am trying to find my way across the unfathomable ocean of experience and sometimes, I dive into the depths for sunken treasures and dark mysteries. I write. I take pictures. I make music.

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