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  • Night. Ended a whole day's work. I rode my bike back the rent room. no one in the street but me and the shadows of the leaves.
    They must be the things in the past and the future,wavering in the street ,in my eyes and in the silent night.
    Yeah ,it is true,the past mostly is not the linear. but scattered and collected again and again.
    Then the memories are no longer themselves and you are no longer yourself and people changed in their memories.

    July 3
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