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Jun 2017
Broken shells of my old self on sea floor lies. They are burried for good.
Left behind so new self can form.
Elements of weather like experiences reshape my consciousness
Until a wave builds with wind and suns rays.
exciting peaks that tickle the landscapes to brings peace to heart.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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