Environment is your own place to play. Nature is your comfort zone. Hiding behind of tall trees. Lying in the middle of grasses. It’s another renewal of your youth. A fertility to explore inexperience things. As your journey goes on, you met the generosity of hands. And finding why the heart is attached with envy. And confused that the mind is polluted of jealousy. You want to start again, but it’s too late. You’re no vigorous, already. You can’t, now.

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