Now here is a point
Where start and finish collide.
A shadow of yoursβ
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graphs of my Universe
Now here is a point
Where start and finish collide.
A shadow of yoursβ
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Midnight is calling
With blaring sound in the aisle.
Desperate loversβ
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Suddenly very loud voice of (maybe) two lovers walking down the aisle outside the hotel room laughing interrupted my sleep, and so interrupted my nightmare. Thank you and at the same time damn you!
Beloved, please send me back to slumberland again. π
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Manusia mengembarai langit
Manusia menyusuri cakrawala
Tidak untuk menguasainya
Melainkan untuk menguji dirinya
Apakah dia bertahan menjadi manusia,
Tidak untuk hebat kuasa atau perkasa
Melainkan untuk setia sebagai manusia.
(Emha Ainun Nadjib)
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Good morning, Surabaya. You did a lot of moulding to this human being. Thank you!!! π
How good is friendship?
As good as age of a friend
Whose food transforms taste.
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My mother said
You were a cute baby
Even when crying.
My mother said
You were a beautiful toddler
Running around,
Bubbling all words.
My mother said
You were a cheerful girl
Cycling around
Climbing up trees
Playing drowning in the river.
My mother said
You were a beautiful woman
Arguing every ideas from me
Showing me your strong desires
Moving to where life brought us.
My mother said
You are an adult woman
Enjoying life differently from me
Giving me what youβve promised to be
Loving what you love with no doubt
Living life with smiles and warm heart.
My mother said
I love you
I bless you
Wherever you are.
Youβre loved
Youβre blessed
However you are.
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My mother called, we laughed a lot today. She said I laughed as I did when I was a baby. How happy I have been to be her daughter. Lots of hugs and kisses, Ibu.
Alfatihah.
π

A path to a place
Is walked through trees and uphills.
A meadow is waiting
Opening another path
To a warm home filled with love.
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My friend sent me three photos of our beloved βsimbahβ (those senior people who are considered wise or those who have grandchildren) – Javanese). Most people call these simbah βbatik makerβ because they make batik to earn a living. We both call them βbatik artistβ. More than that through what weβve seen and heard about them, weβve considered they are artists of their life. How they embrace their humble life gracefully and consciously has always amazed both of us. They live like calm river flowing to the sea. They donβt struggle against what others think about or do to them. They live as if there is no hindrance and disturbance in life.
When my friend told me some things about those three honourable ladies, I secretly harvested some lessons. It is very critical reminder for me who is still very much attached to a feeling of (accidentally) underestimated and (slightly) humiliated because of one petty case. These three artists of life have silently told me to let go.
What a loud shot in a quiet weekend!
No apology is needed. All is gradually let go through my own wish and willingness. This is my life and I only want to be the artist of my own life. π
Thank you, artists of life. Youβre blessed. π
Salaam.



A hole curls sweetly
As a center of a whole.
Delicious truthβ
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She be, Beloved,
The space not the furniture,
Lets all come and go.
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If only maturity could be implanted like nose or breast or whatever, I would still choose to get mature naturally through ageing and weakening although it takes almost half of century of struggling and pain to find only its gate. Damn late!
One maturity breakthrough of my life was when realising I should be more a βspace human beingβ (my teacher calls it βroom human beingβ) rather than a βfurniture human beingβ.
Salaamβ¦.

A guest, Beloved,
Makes host happy yet confused.
Smile sweet and thank, too.
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Iβve met hosts with different types of personality or characteristics. When the host is a person, itβs just about that particular person. When the host is a company, it shows me the company culture or local culture.
Iβve got a few βcuteβ treatment from some hosts.
One company in Koka was informed that Iβm a Muslim. My colleague told them βRike eats halal, please find the food source from now.β They didnβt clarify to me and just followed that pranking colleague blindly. And in my 3-day visit they fed me halal food they ordered online and had to be delivered long trip to that remote area.
βIs it good, Rike-san?β The host asked me on the last day.
βDo you expect honest or polite answer?β said I laughing.
βBe honest please ha haβ¦β
βI tried NN-sanβs food from your canteen. I love your food much much better. This online food tasted good but didnβt taste fresh.β It was impolite like hell for most Japanese host I guess. π
βOur canteen food is not halal. Iβm sorry about the online food.β He must have wanted to commit suicide after that. π
Then I started preaching what halal meant to me. And they said they would not order the halal food for me anymore and give me their canteen food the following years. π

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The second was one company knowing Iβm a Muslim as informed by the branch in Malaysia. So they knew I pray although they never knew I only pray when wanting to.
So they brought me to a small room to do afternoon prayer. I asked if they have Muslim employees so they had the room, they said it was prepared for me. They moved out table, chairs and other cultural ornaments. ππ»ββοΈ
The first day I prayed, the other days they asked if I would pray. I said no. Then again I preached what type of Muslim I was and they nodded heads looking confusedβ they might think how would a human being can be this obedient yet disobedient to her God.

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The third is also about being a Muslim. I came with 6 other people for 2 days and the company gave me fruit salad while giving nice beef/chicken/pork, egg, vegetable, rice lunch to others. They said they only had salad as halal food and no restaurant near the industrial area cooks halal and non halal food separately.
My colleagues explained that I could eat this and that but βnot pork onlyβ. So the next day they provided my favourite Vietnam spring roll with βvegetable and porkβ not βpork onlyβ. I left the lunch box untouched and went back to the yummy salad. Iβll come back next year, please give me pho. π

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Some people are so naive not knowing what to do and deciding to do their bestest best to respect the guests. God bless them.
I enjoy being a (not so good) Muslim. Misunderstood but still well treated by those willing to respect others. God bless you! π
Salaamβ¦.

These gifts, Beloved,
Peace and love hummed to loved ones
Living here and thereβ
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One of the Javanese and Islamic teachings that I will never leave for the rest of my life is sending gift of prayer containing peace and love to my loved ones wherever they are, whether they are physically wandering on earth or spiritually gathering around life.
I believe that my passing-away ancestors are living in different levels of consciousness (call it hell, heaven or somewhere in between up to your liking) and they are watching their offsprings without being able to directly communicating with us. They deserve my gift as they have been my line to get the chance to be here now. They deserve peace and love as they have done the best they could to draw a meaningful family tree. Yes, some might have made silly mistakes but hey thatβs what Buddhism calls βkarmaβ. Yes, some might have caused shameful stains on the family picture but hey thatβs what Islam calls βalam syahadahβ. Whoever and whatever they were, all of my ancestors deserve good wishes sung to them.
I also wish peace and love to those I love still breathing the air. Wishing all of them health and happiness. π
We Javanese Muslim will send gift by reciting some Javanese prayer closed with Alfatihah, a short chapter in the Quran containing peace, love, praise, forgiving, protection and guidance. A basket of beautiful wishesβ
How light this heart is to be sure that all whom I love are well.
Alfatihah to all whom I love. Youβre loved. Youβre blessed. Donβt shop too much. π
Happy weekend!


Little bird, dear love,
Telling her to soar then go home
To where her heart isβ
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Home. Is it a what, a who, a whom, a whose, a which, a when, a where or a how? She knows hers and it doesnβt always the same as othersβ. π

With love, Beloved,
All is done and completed.
How would she not thank?
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Dream home, Beloved,
Sitting with all senses on,
Capturing momentsβ
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Lunch break + very very heavy rain = early wish of birthday getaway to come true!





To be continued with more destinations in 2028, 2029, 2030, 2031, 2032, 2033, 2034, 2035, 2036, 2037, 2038, 2039, 2040, 2041, 2042, 2043, 2044, 2045, 2046, 2047, 2048, 2049, 2050, 2051, 2052, 2053, 2054, 2055, 2056, 2057, 2058, 2059, 2060, 2061, 2062, 2063, 2064, 2065β¦. As if I knew how long I will wander around here? I hope to live as long as time is mentally and physically enjoyable with family and friends without bothering them.
Long life, fresh and sane!
Then came the calculation partβ¦. A lot of coins to spend to comfortably celebrate that way in those particular places. Easy! Just need a clover pendant to make it happen. π

Thanks for the rain and daydream. I know there is more than meets the eye! Life is so rich and I accept all the gifts.
Morning, Beloved,
When seeds of joy is planted.
When dewdrops slide off.
What hues are painted for skies.
Whose voice will define the day.
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Leadership is about being able to discriminate my own thoughts and making conscious decisions for the best of the agreed direction.

after morning prayer, certain day is just soβ¦.
Sky gate, Beloved
Once opened, cannot be closed.
Blessings shower down.
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How would it feel to be showered with rain of blessings? Intuition is truly a blessing.
Dear, Sky. Thanks for the bright half moon last night which kept reminding me to not regret for telling genuinely with no anger about my intuition that might have offended someone.
Intuition is to be listened. Intuition is not always popping out; yet once popping out, it is always right. Yes, yes, this person is better in to be genuine than to look gorgeous. π
Letβs go out to breathe the freedom and victory. Today still with Blue, let Red take a rest. π
Salaam.

after morning prayer
Weekend, Beloved,
When heaven moves to kitchen
Where AirPods are onβ
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Itβs always good to hear from good and best friends especially at weekends in which time feels like unlimited, calls can be done while cooking or cleaning the house. Topics vary from food to rubbish, celebrity to annoying friends, spirituality to sexuality, neighbourhood to social media, history to future, measured dream to dreamy imagination, everything.
This morning a group call stopped abruptly in the middle of a topic βwhatβs your most interesting experience in social mediaβ.
F1 (friend #1): You all know. We married.
F2 (friend #2): Thatβs happy. Try again.
F1: Scammer! It was long before this marriage. A guy put a French guy photo uploading activities of the rich handsome guy who was actually not himself and after one month I found that he was from an Asian country trying to get my money. It became a twisted plot when finally I found who he was. He made up stories that he lost his business, he tried many things but could not make it and had no choice but doing what he was doing.
F2: Was it the one you told me?
F1: Yes. You?
Me: I stalked my crush. I thought he played numbers to align with the numbers of my postings, followers and followings until finally I knew he was adjusting his numbers of postings, followers and followings to align with his fiancΓ©eβs numbers! π«
F2: How did you know that she was the fiancΓ©e?
Me: Long story short: I found their photos having vacations to many different places every single year with one particular hashtag of their nicknames put together. Theyβre liking each otherβs postings, too. Since then I stopped stalking him. I guess they are secretly married. Why was I so stupid? π
F2: Better stupid then knowing you are and so you learn. π Ok my turn. I watched porn videos.
F1, Me: What?! Where?!
F1: When?!
F2: πππππ Prank youuuuu! Of course not! I donβt have interesting experience in social media. Iβm too busy with my work. Hey! Why are you both so excited? You want?
F1, Me: No!
F2: I do want.
F1: What? Say that again! I guess you have done it, you just donβt want to admit it! Youβre a man and impossible to not watch that kind of videos! Donβt lie!
Me: Hmmmβ¦. Ok, ok. Thatβs interesting. Itβs fine just admit it.
F2: Whatβs wrong with you, ladies? Iβm joking!
F1: (left group call)
Me: Are you there?
F2: (left group call)
Me: (feeling confused and stupid after talking to husband and wife who probably started a fight because of one failed joke)
What a (stupid) weekend! May all beings be happy.
Lesson learnt: plan your joke well esp in front of your wife! π

Dream home, Beloved,
A place where nature meets hearts;
Hearts warmly greet soulsβ
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The conversation with a long lost friend came to a topic of βwhere we want to live if ending living alone?β
Living in Singapore was never part of my dream. A visit in 2010 gave me impression that I would die of hunger in a week with Indonesia salary. π
Now this city is a lovely second home; my impression has changed. I wonβt die because of hunger but I will die because of loneliness if I stay single retiring here. I still canβt find enough friends like those in home country. There are three but all of them will retire in Bali and New Zealand sooner than me.
Residing in a landed property where gardening and backyard dining is affordable is a preference, yet I donβt have the luxury of living in such place here. And I donβt want to die alone in a locked condo found rotten after days or even weeks. Oh God, please protect me from such horrible thing. Amenβ¦.
F: Iβve always wanted to live in Ubud and it will happen very soon. Iβll open a spa with all traditional herbal from all over Indonesia. Iβll quit my job soon. I want to live my own life as me, no one can tell me to do this and that anymore! No bloody politics anymore! Visit me often! Youβll find my spa super special! Iβll give you discount! Be a regular customer! Hey! You once wanted to live in Thailand?
Me: Someone informed me about a good property in low price near my favourite hotel in Ayutthaya. Yet Thai have controversial life style Iβm not comfortable with in a way. Iβm too simple, sometimes too honest and can be against those status-oriented that I might not be able to adapt well. Not a true dream! Hey! Actually love to live in Kyoto!
F: Youβll die in three months after you complete second round of shrine, temple and ancient house hopping! π
Me: Dying of walking! π
What a refreshing conversation! And yes, Iβll visit her spa soon! π
Lesson learnt: Will only live with those I love and loving me where home is a real feel. No excuse.
Salaamβ¦. π


Weekend, Beloved:
Hopping corner to corner
Building joyous vibeβ
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What a busy weekend I have! One living room, one kitchen, one balcony, one bedroom, one bathroom, one storage room, one laundry corner β all must be done on one day by one person.
Professionally it is called one on one! π€‘

Iβm lost, Beloved.
This maze takes me a hostage
I need to grow wings.
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You might feel lost yet donβt get lazed. Open your eyes. This is not that maze maze. It is just an abandoned garden where trees are growing high touching the sky blocking the sun ray, grasses are growing wild covering the paths disguising directions. Look! There is something blinking from afar. Follow it, it might be a star. Or at least there is something moving you out of where you are.
Firstly open eyes! Your cat is getting impatient to go for adventure. Donβt let it leave you. This cat is a precious traveling companion indeed.
WAKE UP!!!
π

after morning prayer
Point zero, my love
Here now, unshakeable ground
After the earthquakesβ
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Iβve been a full time thinker for the past one weekβ¦. Thanks to the physical weakness brought by the virus! π₯° And here is the ranting abridged π
Life has always suggested me to walk through places where paradoxical situations exist and has made me weigh what life path should be chosen. Luckily life has always sent me angels (fallen angels included π) who remind me that life isnβt only about exploiting whatβs considered lucrative and physically pleasant; itβs also about exploring whatβs wising-up and spiritually enriching.
When I was young; books, courses, lectures, workshops were kind of βsubscriptionβ I had to shape a level of mental toughness. Yet there was exhaustion and anti-climax for intensity every now and then (good deed included π). Losing faith, difficulty to trust human beings and skepticism to almost everything triggered me to deconstruct my own mindset.
Another βpoint zeroβ came and brought a decision to take a course inspired by one friend named Eva (not one of my close friends but she is definitely one trusted human being). I promised to myself that this would be my LAST course to finally be unshakeable me.
I flew to Edinburgh and was driven from the airport to a place called Chisholme House by Mr Brix who became an excellent opening of my self re-discovery. He introduced me to the richness of self re-discovery even before the course started. That was when I felt so lucky to have read Ibn Arabi, Rumi and English literature although not extensively and to have learnt Javanese wisdom that is considered βlocalβ by many of my friends (which I always disagree) as Mr Brixβ languages were using all those keywords in the repertoire from my literature reading and cultural wisdom. Indeed Mr Brix was a βgateβ welcoming me to a true friendship or fellowship bonded by humanity.
The course was simply daily schedules for us to an experiencing life or βhuman beings who workβ β physically, mentally, spiritually, socially in connection with their own self, other human beings and nature. Of course the classes was the superb! Collins, Hiroko and Aaron were excellent facilitators and to me they are role models of ordinary yet impressive human being! Collins was a loving husband and father cum the best administrator. Hiroko was a loving mother and wife cum an excellent painter! Aaron was an excellent chef cum wise philosopher! π
It was so normal a life that I felt so blessed. We woke up in the morning then took a bath or at least took ablution. We started the day with a group meditation β everyone: the course participants, kitchen staffs, office staffs, garden staffs, etc except those who overslept. Then we had breakfast β English breakfast! After that we started the class; the staffs started their duties. After that we had tea break then WORK! Work meant doing the assigned chores (garden, kitchen, house, laundry). After that class again then English lunch! Then lunch break for one hour. Class again. Mediation again. Work again. Afternoon tea. Personal time (we could go to the hill, forest, sleep, talk to staffs or participants, whatever). English dinner. Discussion time. Free time. Sleepβ¦. Repeat.
Completing the βself re-discoveryβ, I found that life is like riding bicycle, balancing while moving. I lose, I win. I fall in love, I break heart. I get sick, I get cured. I trust, I distrust. I think, I feel. I work, I take a rest.
Balancing is about knowing the limit. I lose against someone/something but I gain wisdom. I fall in love at the same time I have to accept the unpredictable responses. I get sick then I will be cured. I trust with or without reasoning yet can also distrust because of the true or false reasoning. I think based on logic yet when logic doesnβt count, only feeling of acceptance will neutralise the situation. And, when I am tired, I should take time-out. Just like that!
And I actually graduated with flying colours from many βextraβ lessons: doing laundry, washing dishes, house keeping, potato harvesting, making bread, cooking English lunch, preparing dining table, raking dry leaves, going up and down the hills in the rain, walking in the moorland, listening to silence, listening to othersβ opinions, identifying and recognising true intelligent people, trusting the right people at the right time in the right place, respecting stupid idiot (myself included π), taking a bath in the cold morning, and more and more!
And yes, that was the last course in my life. Ordinary yet impressive, like what I always want myself to be to and for those having in touch with me.
I want to be back there not as a participant but as a guest in the English breakfast or lunch bringing a best friend who deserves an ordinary yet impressive life.
β¦. π
Thanks for today! π΄
Salaamβ¦
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Negative, Beloved,
New paradigm that builds life;
Breathing is blessings.
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I thought that virus was reluctant to approach me until that funny doctor said bitterly to me last week βThe Gov will SMS directly to you but these sudden symptoms give me a hint. Take care.β
After some inconsistent (+) and (-), being a lethargic patient (the virus pulled all muscles down) and a slow thinker (MZ sent me a confusing email of mine) of home quarantine, Iβm back to my own self!
Thanks for toning this pride down. I was not that healthy.
Thanks for curing me. Iβm dependent on You.
π

Nowhere, Beloved,
To depart. Wait for next train.
Look around and pray.
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Checking my old photos, I saw an almost forgotten one. A station that was giving me the most alarming experience in that trip.
Back in April 2017 I was in a solo travel for 20 days in EU region when the train from Lyon left me no choice but changing train in Bourg-en-Bresse. It was rainy and windy, almost 5pm local time, some passengers got off with me but all of them went out of the station (perhaps to go home) and only I stayed to wait for the next train at 7:15pm.
For almost 45 minutes and no one was coming. A group of young men entered the other side of the railway. They sounded chatting and giggling. I tried to avoid looking at them. It was my first time feeling insecure in the trip.
I continued reading my book (now pretending) as I felt so uneasy with the noise across the lines.
βHi! Lady!β I looked around. No woman but me. Damn! They called me.
I didnβt say anything, my eyes looked back to my book.
βHi! Hi!β Donβt say anything, Rike. Donβt look at them. My left hand slowly moved down to my Swiss knife in the inner pocket of the jacket.
Only prayer in heart and some strategies that were taught by my brothers on how to use the Swiss knife and simple kicks to defend myself from bad guys.
βLady!β They shouted at me more loudly after some time.
βLady!β The guys laughed out loud among their French words. I saw them waved their hands to me. They whistled at me. I wondered why no one was here but those guys. In my country there are always many people selling things around railway station. There are always tricycle riders moving around.
When those guys got even merrier and happier, I saw a shadow moved the tall doors behind the guys.
A tall black lady drew a trunk and went across line 1 to line 2 and to line 3 where I was almost ready to hurt any of the guys if they approached me.
The guys stopped their noise. The lady walked towards me.
I didnβt feel better. This lady could stop the guysβ laughters and whistles, she must have been able to do stronger thing than that including killing meβ I had to be alert!
βHi! Going to Geneva?β A soft voice greeted me.
βHi! Ya! Are you?β
βYes! The train will arrive soon.β
βThanks God!β
βNo, it is just the schedule.β
π
We eventually were sitting in the same cart. She was working in the UN headquarters and traveled back from personal leave. She said I was lucky to take this train, not later one that might have made me encounter with more men in the station unluckily often drunk.
βThanks God!β
βNo, you just need to choose the right timing.β
π
I almost forgot that I met this smart wise tough lady. Wherever you are, Madam, I wish you good luck! Thank you for saving me with your timeliness.
Salaam.

7, Beloved,
Oceans, mountains and heavens
Represent this joy!
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Canβt move on from number 7. Thanks so much! π
I will win
In any battle.
My flag is rising
As high as the farthest star
Reaching you
Bravely!
In me is a girl who dares!
Iβm brave!
Donβt try me!
I amβ¦.
Brave!
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This life, Beloved:
Mysteriously composed,
Beautifully doneβ
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This sight is defeated just by a sheet of paper. I canβt see what You can. Iβm surrendering this self toβ¦
You. π
Salamβ¦

This love has a source
And so flowing with no stop
A blissful journeyβ
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Blessed with bliss

These eyes, Beloved,
Sparkle behind a curtain
Hiding your shadowβ
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Thanks for these healthy eyes. π

Thank you, Beloved,
For being humble. Next time
Poke that brain with this.
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Witness, Beloved,
Umbrella in rainy days,
Locked door in dark nightsβ
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Still celebrating my hair!
Not every woman likes growing long hair. I do love it. I did short hair in some period of time: senior high school when short hair gave privilege to be called βnot too girlβ and some recent years when busy days took away the hair time.
Now the long hair period has claimed its prime time back and ready to witness the joy shared by its owner.
May all beings be happy.





Some beats, Beloved!
Letβs dance under this night rain!
Gotta get thru this!
ππ½
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