So, we started to make friends with many. We whistle along with the wind. We dance along with the heat. We commit to the sun. And, we daydream with the stars. We talk to the magpies. We swim with the fishes. And, in the end, maybe. Just, maybe. We’ll get a tiny little clue of where we should be heading.
Blindfolded.
Habibie Arief
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