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on Dec 14, 2018Dec 9, 2018

There are dead tropical butterflies on the floor of Tokyo metro.

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Maybe: Photographer. Writer. Translator. Noone. Alien. Allovertheplace.
may write in many languages(with lots of typos)

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Smell the sea, smell the freedom
段々人が多くなっているけど
Concrete jungle is at its best quiet and lifeless. A silent monument to human ambition, greed, and overinflated symbols of power and status.
and the life passes while you race your own shadow
When this day comes around, I usually make a point of escaping somewhere and staying away from the everyday reality for a day or two, taking quiet time to reflect on all things life.

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Smell the sea, smell the freedom
段々人が多くなっているけど
Concrete jungle is at its best quiet and lifeless. A silent monument to human ambition, greed, and overinflated symbols of power and status.
and the life passes while you race your own shadow
When this day comes around, I usually make a point of escaping somewhere and staying away from the everyday reality for a day or two, taking quiet time to reflect on all things life.

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