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“ Writing , at its best , is a lonely life “ - Ernest Hemingway
著涼
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November 14, 2019
一個人的後來
,我總在日沉前的湖灘把鞋子擱下,等待潮浪覆沒踏過的足跡 ,
在餘暉的橘黃中,把外衣緊緊扣好,不要再讓單薄的心著涼
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