biking with the wind blowing me...
yeah, hoping that my mind makes some sense in writing. my sense of black and white in matters relating to life and thoughts are becoming blurred - i hope not by the influence of new age but rather by the influence and my human understanding of the grace of God. i want these recordings to become a reminder of God's faithfulness in my golden days.
So, welcome my friend, let's learn together. I beckon you.
It's ugly, I know. This is what I got from Cheng Beng, a souvenir indeed. Some thorns pricked my foot and the scars have not gone away since then. It does not look this ugly anymore though.
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