Some quietness in the spine of peninsular Malaysia.
Ornamental fruits and walking white carrots.
Natural anaglyph splashed by the streetlight outside the hotel.
Sleeping Beauty's bane.
A cornered and cautious tabby.
More highland blossoms.
golden chicken fern. Said to have medicinal values and used as woolly blood stauncher, they are elusive except on the stalls along the old winding road leading up into Cameron.
There is no peace and joy like knowing you are in the right coordinates of eternity. There is nothing quite as dreadful as knowing you are out of step with the dance of flames and ashes.
The womb will never hold you forever, but each in its time must come out alive or stillborn. When the time comes, one needs to rise to paths defined.
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