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The beginning was just a hello,
accompanied by a plain smile. No one was able to tell the sun, how time would make a change by leading two hearts to a stage. Time flew as it wished, really fast. The two hearts began to take a test to look at themselves in a big mirror. They both enjoyed undressing in verses. They learned the fact of a hope sacrifice. They are now standing at two piers, waiting for boats to two destinations. One pure disciple, one pure vagabond. Both love mystery, but detest betrayal. Understanding was their true consoler. I am the only witness. I take no sides. I adore the disciple; love the vagabond. Only God who may strike His hammer. He is the One to turn a worry to a smile. He is to grant the two hearts a paradise. Samosir, North Sumatra, 26 May 2003
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