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Goodbye, Grandpa
I remembered one picture in the album that she and my grandpa were sitting amongst other family members as they were having dinner somewhere...
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Crescent Moons and the Lunatics
“Hey. Let me see the photos.” Enthusiastic as he had just finished a photoshoot, Beam urged Paul to give him his camera. However, Paul seemed to reject his seemingly forceful request as he was shaking his head while checking the photos from the camera. Similar to Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks
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Drunk in Love
Can we stop the time just for one night? I prayed for physicists to discover a machine to stop time soon.
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Confrontation
“Don’t go to the monument. I’m serious,” that was what he told me every time we had spent together in recent months. It still stuck into my head until now. “Why?” I asked him even though I knew what he was going to say, “It’s dangerous.” However,