tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919972989659783719.post4816070089780072410..comments2023-05-26T08:20:14.522-07:00Comments on fumes: Mirror in my sunset parlourWhat am i?http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639390810186165170noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919972989659783719.post-75410684929619388832009-08-10T11:52:23.402-07:002009-08-10T11:52:23.402-07:00wow girl...loved all ur postwow girl...loved all ur postSnigdhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17036277756359519091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919972989659783719.post-71635499906447032752009-06-03T06:28:08.957-07:002009-06-03T06:28:08.957-07:00bicycles have this strange quality of creating som...bicycles have this strange quality of creating some really precious memories. i loved my bicycle more than anything else, mainly because it meant freedom to me. somehow, the world didn't seem that big a place with a bicycle to ride on!Lolopookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14851727796345813372noreply@blogger.com