It was 6:30 a.m. and the wind peacfully blew threw my hair . I walked outside and sat near a small stream . A rama-rama, taman rama-rama landed on my finger . but it flew away . The water kept flowing and the wind kept blowing . Bunga were blooming in peaceful Warna . "ah what a beautiful hari it is" i berkata . far away i heard some Muzik playing relaxing Muzik .i walked closer to the Muzik . A man handed me a glass of fresh cold water from the mountains . there were ikan swiming in the water near the stream. When i got utama i lied down on my katil and stayed still . all anda could hear was the clock ticking ....
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