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When home is on the horizon…..

…descending

My butt started to hurt, my breathe was a mixed stale of stinking saliva and italian pizza but the hearts fluttered for home is insight. What a trip! I squeezed my cold chest and remembered the places I just left …..

But home is where the hearts belong. Imperfect place that rooted in the bones. No where else is better compared to home.

Landed . Good to be back.

welcome home meal. with ikan asam pedas. TQ Yam.

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