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Avril 12, 2012 ( Jeudi )

I was completing my academic paper’s proposal until one of the old memories came back to me. It was sweet but bitter, much more like the taste of Whittaker’s Dark Ghana.

A gust of wind,
Hits my soul,
Drifting me apart.

p/s We had a wonderful ribs for lunch, thanks dad 😉

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