The stove is mine, again
8th August, a day that was fun for me, but also a disaster of great proportion in Taiwan.
Life's journey, of constant searching for that gratifying meaning to life. What's in joy and glory that we can feel each day? The rising sun? The sound of pelting rain? Or the sweet numbing sensation of chocolates?
8th August, a day that was fun for me, but also a disaster of great proportion in Taiwan.
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