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“ Writing , at its best , is a lonely life “ - Ernest Hemingway
抖落在呼嘯而過的風
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October 15, 2015
你我 終究是世間的微小塵埃
在無意間漂泊到彼此的掌心
然後 來不及一聲再見
便悄然隨呼嘯而過的風
抖落 ....