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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey. - Quote by Sanhita Baruah

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

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