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Friday, August 24, 2007

Crumpled sheet

I wonder if juice comes out from a crumpled sheet of paper. If it does, I wonder what it tastes like. Would it be sour? Or would it be sweet? Would the paper scream? Could that piece of crumpled sheet ever be un-crumpled again?
Posted by oyling at 8/24/2007 02:16:00 PM
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oyling
The path that lies ahead looks daunting. But as I walk further picking up bits of life, I realised that I'm not walking alone. Someone's beside me and He leadeth me.
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