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Dec 2014
I was searching for a way out of the forest, through the leaves and flowers. Losing myself had no meaning, no time and no direction. And then I stood still and listened. I was still lost, yet the forest knew where I am.
Written by
Victor Wang  SINGAPORE
(SINGAPORE)   
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