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May 2019
Those rocks in the middle of the river,
The guide told me, are there for thousands of years,
I  as well, will be waiting here,
The time and the tears,
dissolving them and me,
only to become a drop in the ocean.
We are all waiting for our deaths, aren't we? Waiting is beautiful.
Hawa
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Hawa  26/F
(26/F)   
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     ---, OpenWorldView, Fawn and Suzy Berlinsky
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