Early this morning, right after Subuh, I took a stroll along the beach in front of my house. I call it the morning of self reflection.

Ramadhan has brought too many things for me. It comes in a ship so huge, loaded with surprises.


I just thought that the sun is scenic. It was cold. And green. And nostalgic.

I miss mom and dad back home.

That's all.



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