My father was a man like Augustus. Blood doesn’t mean anything on my bosom, and loneliness was refracted by my memory.My father was a man like Augustus.Share this:SharePrintFacebookLinkedInRedditTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... Author: Sangramsharmaji word largest world afair provided View all posts by Sangramsharmaji