It feels just like yesterday since I landed my first flight on this island.
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correction: It feels like a year, but the memories, moments, or even chances seem like dashing away from the beginning I stepped on my feet here, until I couldn’t fathom which ones came and went
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in a world consume by external feedback, it's common courtesy, those things who have been captured or passed among one year ago are only instruments of what they call ‘perils of self-betterment’. The instrument for us to trade times for dreams. And dreams to be redeemed.
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so in this precise a year. just like any other anniversary, I’d like to say thank you.
Thank you for a year, Belitung.
and thank you for those of you who comes in this story line too.
Until the next.... (23rd June)
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-Yurf
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correction: It feels like a year, but the memories, moments, or even chances seem like dashing away from the beginning I stepped on my feet here, until I couldn’t fathom which ones came and went
.
in a world consume by external feedback, it's common courtesy, those things who have been captured or passed among one year ago are only instruments of what they call ‘perils of self-betterment’. The instrument for us to trade times for dreams. And dreams to be redeemed.
.
so in this precise a year. just like any other anniversary, I’d like to say thank you.
Thank you for a year, Belitung.
and thank you for those of you who comes in this story line too.
Until the next.... (23rd June)
.
-Yurf
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