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Who is running? Who is walking? Who is smiling?
Who is crying? Who is talking? Who is listening?
Who is She?
A girl created her own journey with a unique time in an unknown place; she ran, walked, smiled, cried, talked, and listened. She is obsessed with forcing herself to go forward; she could not even stop at any point. She went ahead to the darkness and the sounds by hitting the high heels on the floor. She was finding the way out; no one could tell her either; she was the only one who knew the way.
Wai Kit Lam
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