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Nakshatra

“Our motherland is like a garden, and we, the colorful flowers,” the song goes. Dear motherland, I would love to be one of the colors and add to your beauty. But before that, please let me bloom into my own. September 8, 2013, I was on my way home. “2020 already? God, I’m old!” I exclaimed, when I...
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