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Jul 2014
without oxygen, we cannot breathe.
without light, it is dark.
without direction, we walk where?
we continue walking wherever we feel the need to.

I feel the need to walk somewhere,



but I do not know the final destination.
I'm ranting.
julie
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julie  20/F/toronto
(20/F/toronto)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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