It’s like having beads and stones of assorted sparkling colours yet missing the string that runs through them to bind them together;
A scattered self which has a hint of being lost in the crowd where the entire sundry has a label of some acquainted or less acquainted relation which they lack;
And it becomes the dawn of the newest voyage through untrodden routes to get rid of a mundane, rotten, habitual satiation which has become a norm.
It’s like walking ashore in the quest of ukiyo, where there’s no wall to define a boundary. No schedule, no docket to waves surging forward or, to ebb and flow;
Where you bask in the freshness of uncluttered, unshut orphic ambiance. A welcoming cynefine where the strength of character is drawn in all its grace and kalon.
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