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Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.
Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.
That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.
Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.
But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
The city of pond: the capital of the lost Atlantis
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