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Of Waves and Breeze

When I said life is good, deepen it means life is at it mild tune. The dilemma point arise as how it is to be call a life when there is no excitement and sorrow? By looking at this perspective, living monotonousness is equally as bad as those days that you wish it could be cut it out -- the bad day. Addition to that, it is even more tiring by sticking with everything that is more or less the same.

Hence, for this split second, how I wish I would have to be able to walk over to the nearer shore or beach and listen to ocean beats. I always like the tune of waves hitting the shore, not to mention the cold breeze it carries. It somehow ease my nerves and the next moment I'm in all good and fresh.

Back then, when I was still studying abroad, I used to travel a lot to many different shores. After all, Liverpool, being located next to Merseyside, the Irish sea is just within arm reach. But for now, being living in a concrete ocean, all it remains are photo piece.


























  

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