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SRI SURYANI
Most of times, it begins with a single line
Stories of parallel lines, playing to be infinite ends
Flores, South Heaven
Far south, a little heaven is congealed and hidden. With extensive suprises, people and nature, believe and wonder, every place offers an indescribeable beaty. The lines are just trying to capture and release.
Mahameru, Gods Peak
There is another thing of hiking, the one that usually most people keeps in secret, or strangely stays deep within the adventure. Sometimes it is proved by the call of the wind, the call of returning to become one with the unseen. Sometimes it lingers in faraway memories of the dust and roots. The journey itself never knows the ending.
Illumination
There is something about Bandung that revolves and sublimes at every corner of the narrow streets and magical trees. The unspoken language of silence at nine p.m defines as if the city already falls asleep. Glaze of streetlights illuminate the nights, indistinct chatter calls it the day.