To feel the pulse of the earth under my bare feet To dance in the summer rain To embrace the breath of life To caress the warmth of January sunshine To look above me And know that I'm a gift of nature.
Posting from a dime-sized island called Singapore and still somewhat clueless about life, not to mention a lifelong paranoia with pimples and weight, it's a miracle I've managed to survive the past 21 years. Welcome to Michelle's abode.
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Dreams, Illusions, Bubbles, Shadows - ephemeral and so transparent. Stable, opaque, immortal is the Steel. How do you make bubbles out of steel? I could spend years in the laboratory unlocking the physics behind steel like an alchemist observing the fire that purified metal into gold and not attain the secret. Maybe the answer is so simple that I've disregarded it as a long-forgotten folklore.
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