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one night when the slate of my mind was blank, something visited me out of one fadcinating day of my childhood.. my first and only visit to a jungle.. and it happened to be with my father.. Those things were shaking - it was as though my own shivering fingers painted with as much trauma as delight the vision of an almost forgotten scape.. Memory was gracious.. Those tall trees stood, erected themselces from an enduring slumber.. and through them passed a way that led towards light and I felt as though I had passed through it to reach where I stand now.. I was fascinated and delighted to discover that I had chased light in my quest of life.. and yet there crept along sadness that I had missed the treasures of life in a quest..
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