now...
on this beach...
this new beach...
which i came from a far distance...
carrying with me alot of answers..
answers for alot of questions..
but a question which i don`t know about yet..
only answers without questions...
just only try to imagining these questions..
and repeat it with this long trip...
is this a last trip in my life..
or its just a new morning...
with a new date with this morning...
which sure will follow a new emigration...
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