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Sep 2018
Under the sky, above the ground.
I keep standing where the sun goes down, so does my shadow.
The dust turn down, followed by its echoes
"Listen" I tell myself
"People may hear nothing but noises"

Wind blows, ocean waves, bird chirp from mountain faraway.
I hear them closely.
sometimes we feel every little thing around
nd
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nd  24/F/Indonesia
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