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心頭沉澱, 枯葉飄旋. 空中浮塵, 掌中難握. 才乍思念, 已成歷史.( 圖:水墨人體)
The heart, had been settled when withered leaves spirally floating. A palm could not hold drifting dust, in the air. The just-missing, had already been history. (pic: Ink on rice paper)
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