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Nov 2018
Finally I could sit next to you. See the world at the place you are. Then I know it obviously different, my place and yours, make us see everything by different eyes.

Every second is a chance. Every spot is a lessons. for those who open their mind and heart.

Would you come and see how the world looks like from my place?
But there, nobody borrow you his eyes. You have to see by your own. But from my place.
Would you?


251118.08:31pm
Kusuma Karbela
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Kusuma Karbela  27/F/A space at hippocampus
(27/F/A space at hippocampus)   
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