Kategori: Buku Harian
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Listen to something
When you first wake up, just before you opened your eyes. It was good to listen everything around you and grasp a moment in life.
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A road to freedom
The asphalt shimmered under the relentless desert sun, the faded inscription on the road sign barely clinging to existence. “Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard,” it read, a whisper of a name swallowed by the vastness. I traced the lettering with my finger, a melancholic chuckle escaping my lips. This wasn’t the first road named after…
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Selamat Merayakan Jumat Agung 2024
Pada hari Jumat Agung ini, kami ingin menyampaikan ucapan selamat dan doa terbaik bagi para pembaca blog yang merayakannya. Hari ini merupakan hari yang penuh makna bagi umat Kristiani di seluruh dunia. Hari ini, kita memperingati wafatnya Yesus Kristus di kayu salib demi menebus dosa umat manusia. Kematian Yesus merupakan pengorbanan yang luar biasa dan…
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Laughter
In the cradle of civilization, under a sky dusted with the first stars, lived Anya. Anya, like all humans, possessed a curious symphony within – the symphony of laughter. It was a melody both joyous and unsettling, a riddle wrapped in a guffaw. Anya’s laughter first bloomed like a desert flower when she toddled towards…
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On the Earth or among the Stars
The scent of clove cigarettes and jasmine incense hung heavy in the air, a constant backdrop to my childhood in the late 80s Indonesia. Back then, our small village sprawled under a canopy of stars so vast, it felt like they spilled over the horizon. Every night, nestled on a woven mat on the porch,…
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Oneself
Elara stood beneath the oak, its ancient branches a tangled network against the twilight sky. The wind whispered secrets through the leaves, a language she couldn’t decipher. It rustled the same way it rustled the tall grass fringing the endless road that snaked its way out of sight. The road held a promise of destinations,…
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Denying the Falsehood
In the whispering dunes of the Great Sand Sea, lived Anya, a young woman with eyes the color of desert sunsets. Anya’s tribe valued possessions, their tents overflowing with silks and trinkets. Yet, a nagging emptiness gnawed at Anya. Why did happiness seem to elude them, even amidst such abundance? One day, a wizened nomad…
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Illusion of Future
Elara was not just any ordinary woman; she was a wisp of a figure, perpetually shrouded in an air of distracted anticipation. Her eyes, the captivating color of twilight, seemed to perpetually scan past the immediate, forever fixed on the horizon. Even in the boisterous marketplace, crowded with vendors hawking their wares and eager buyers…
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Color of the Wind
Elara wasn’t one for human company. She found solace not in whispered secrets or shared laughter, but in the ever-changing symphony of the weather. It was a language far more profound, a tapestry woven with wind, rain, and sun. Under the grey sky, the world softened, mirroring her internal storm. The atmosphere was saturated with…
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The Student as well the Teacher
Maya, a wisp of a girl with eyes full of fire, knelt before the weathered Teacher Oak. Each gnarled branch held a lesson – the patience of rings, the resilience of weathering storms. The Teacher Oak nurtured her curiosity, teaching her the language of the wind, the secrets whispered by leaves. Under its canopy, she…
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