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Diary (July 16th) A hydrangea withered in the vase. I hanged it up on the wall upside down to make it a dry flower. Instead, a lily wearing 2 blossoms of whiteness and 2 buds of grass green are shining in the vase, filling the rooms with strong sweet fragrance. While, the potted hydrangea is waiting for flowering next year. Bobbie is gently sleeping just beside this key board on my desk. Life, death and rebirth are living together in my narrow residence closed up tight by concrete. |
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