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笔迹 July 22, 2008 10:02 pm 18 views Add comments
It is much difficult for anyone to describe himself or herself, so is it for me. I am not wind, gone without footsteps; I am not rain, evaporated into steam; I am not night, casting a long shadow upon the grass; I am not day, yet .However I do remember I am whom I am.
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