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| Written by Lina Ru |
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[ The fragrance of my memories was continuous, but what I remembered could be distorted.
It could have been a dream.
Suddenly, I heard a crash. My body got entangled as a rush of raged wind entered the house.
The force took me into its arms, and I flew into the open sky surrounded of…]
A question of blooming,encountering yourself, fabricating luminous colors of hope. A question of understanding, creating yourself, imagining inspirational moments of love. A question of believing, loving yourself, giving compassionate strings of action. A matter of blooming, creating flowers out of loners, out of activists, out of lovers, out of pacifists, out of us. |