This is where I used to spend my quiet time when I was a kid.
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| the river used to be very deep and dangerous, not anymore |
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| I've known these steps all my life |
Sitting at the Brantas riverbank watching the water flows, and waiting the sun sets, and making my grandma worried for not being home at dusk. That was what I love to do..
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All memories came all of sudden,
and it's really hard to take it all |
And this house was my curiosity: I used to try peeking what's inside -which I never succeeded because the wall was too tall for a small kid. And now when I grow old, I still can't see through it, because they've built the wall higher :-(
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