Nuy Darmadjaja
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

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There is something about Sunday afternoon. The uneasy light is peeking through windows, the quietness; You can hear the birds chirping, the dog’s barking and motorbike engine passing by from afar, yet everything seem to stand still. You choose to be in the quiet. Inhaling the uneasy feeling to your lungs. Refuse to leave this loneliness.

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    Nuy Darmadjaja

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