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I "see" wind through the swinging of tree, and floating of feather... Its existence is known by another existence, what is the point?
Things are there,
You can't see it.
Yet accept to believe.

I am known as her friend's friend,
As my mother's son,
As my sister's brother,
As a stranger's acquaintance ...
Not as who I am

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It's strange, whenever I have something tasty, think of cooking it for Mono and friends in Mt.Rainier. Will I ever be there again ?

Sudden smile remember how much Mono seems to like my ugly handmade dumplings XDD

Miss his free Budweiser, hahaha