As written in the letters I receive from
friends who are near and far, we move from one place to another, bringing along
sweet memories and hopes which we want to share. Like a very small spot of dust
blowing in the wind. We search for certainties and direction of our future. We
carry the burden and the bad experience which we want to leave behind, old
stories which we want to forget.
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| Casa Rachado Port Dickson, 2011 |
Clinging to hopes, to start a new life. One
day we will realize that making a mistake is part of growing up. Whether we
like it or not, we have to make our choice and face all the obstacles in
continuing this inevitable journey. A journey which will take us to a new place
and which will take us home.
The Typewriter,
-anis-
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