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LIFE IS GIVING APPLES, SO I'M MAKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF THEM.
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I will jump on a 1am bus and sleep the 300 kilometer distance just to spend another Saturday in the place where you grew up. I will be with the eagles and the peacocks, the mud-skinned crocodiles and the mating butterflies. I will trace the scent of your youth in the pine trees and unpaved landscape of that park. I will love to have my sneakers caked with dirt, when the roads are damp from the rain. I will guess if a birthday song once resonated in the foliage overhead, in the idyllic cottages, in wooden poles topped with colored flags and sun-baked hills. I will eat durian (candy) and feign pleasure, mimic ‘me gusta’ meme, savoring it in child-like zest.

I will jump on a 1am bus and sleep the 300 kilometer distance just to spend another Saturday in the place where you grew up. I will be with the eagles and the peacocks, the mud-skinned crocodiles and the mating butterflies. I will trace the scent of your youth in the pine trees and unpaved landscape of that park. I will love to have my sneakers caked with dirt, when the roads are damp from the rain. I will guess if a birthday song once resonated in the foliage overhead, in the idyllic cottages, in wooden poles topped with colored flags and sun-baked hills. I will eat durian (candy) and feign pleasure, mimic ‘me gusta’ meme, savoring it in child-like zest.


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