What Reveals My Selfhood Most?
Books | the touch of dusty pages
Melody | the harps, reminding me of magnificent “The Grass Harp” by Truman Capote
Noise | the outcry of children in the backyard
Peppers | the sweet smell of baked red peppers in a hot summer day
Blue Horizon | the thin line where the sea and the sky merge far, far, far away and everything becomes endless blue.
My soul is a bunch of wildflowers and everything bringing sparkle on a rainy day
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