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Back in college days I had a great romp one night at the beach in Mazatlan, Mexico during winter break. I was way too drunk to notice if the bugs were biting. The bugs would have been a trivial matter compared to being caught by the police who were always on the lookout for reasons to shake down the gringo hippies.
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The sands of time past keep shifting according to how we remember or forget or refashion it in hindsight, which is no sight at all.
Kajal Basu
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