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Kansas
Oh, I have walked in Kansas
Through many a harvest field,
And piled the sheaves of glory there
And down the wild rows reeled:
Each sheaf a little yellow sun,
A heap of hot-rayed gold;
Each binder like Creation's hand
To mould suns, as of old.
-Vachel Lindsey.
Long time no Blog....
Much have happened since I came back from Cambodia...
Now missing the place...
Dunno why? Maybe it's less stressful over there...
School's been busy so far, and I think I'm beginning to feel some of the school stress, especially from the FYP.
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