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    The idea I can’t see what’s lie ahead when the dust blinds me. I can’t hear people laugh when sorrow swallows it up. I can’t smell the fragrance … Read More
    The idea I can’t see what’s lie ahead when the dust blinds me. I can’t hear people laugh when sorrow swallows it up. I can’t smell the fragrance of sandalwood when it’s filled with burning fumes. I can’t taste the richness of life when everything comes with a luxurious price. I can’t feel the breeze of peace when terror and fear keeps me in the mist. Unless we start planting hope back to where we have hollowed, I don’t see any future when there isn’t one exist. Direction by Tomaz Goh Photography by Linus Chen Read Less
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