The very breath-encouraging motion is the dimension of freedom and ability to translate myself into a flowing motion of continuing existence... This is somewhat Hong Kong lacks, geographically and atmospherically. The displacement ran through the cozy calm-land with wineyard and a tilting slope of sun-facing surface. The breeze was appallingly fresh. The sky was a 3-decade maturity, too whitening, was it a purpose of reflection. I froze the still moment of spiralling yellow leaves in group. Enclosing myself in the container was a lively demonstration of squeezing mind map. The circulation of ideas and thoughts ran along my vain in current. It was that warming influx of satisfaction and memory I looked for. I wondered if the forgotten could be forgiven.
I prayed.
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