November 5, 2011
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I don't see the sea, but from a drop of water to feel its presence.
When I look back, I have gone through eighteen years of groundless talk, in this eighteen years of vicissitudes of life, it seems very far away, do not see clear and seem to reach.
Continuous and endless, our products are not clear, but the life tree out of branches is blooming with the sentiment of the flower.
We are the life, the distant sky leave no trace of wings in the air, but is slightly away memory. When we stay in the life of the pointer coincidence that moment, these micro memory will bring us back to the moment of birth.
The mist clasps attached, when we bear the bundle of memories of firewood, disappeared in the fan called time door, fingertip touch is the world of subtle and specific existence. MS
Fish do not feel the presence of water, because it lives in the water specific.
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