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Sunday, July 18, 2010 / 12:42 AM
coins Watched Dear John on the plane back to singapore. So much things to be said, yet we let the sands of time slip by. We are all coins. I was minted in 1989, you some years before me. We were mere sheets of metal, but through time we have been carved and straightened, cut around the edges, forming ridges and shape. And i look lovingly upon the cake placed in a big plate, wondering how to eat it without any unduly worries. And to not feel so stressed out about the decorum and arrangement of the cutlery. We are all coins. |
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