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Apr 2016
People say our present is the only reality
But I have found myself traversing the deepest seas
Sprawled on a blanket of stars
somewhere within the epidermal regions of your mind
(what lies beneath?)

What a shame,
Words do no justice
To the privilege of voyage
and of discovering that travelling
over cups of coffee
and a good night’s sleep
is but little cost at all.
Esther Huang
Written by
Esther Huang  London
(London)   
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