Towering heights of Kuala Lumpur, majestic, soar unsteadily like flagpoles, precipitous and sheer. Old feet, deserve the pavements.
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A walk to the Orang Asli village ~ Like being embraced by time, bountiful, and by the merciful nature, protectively.
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I view this realm, this world, with scepticism, how the wonders feed me too much, by the roadside, through the slums, to feel helpless at the homeless as my eyes feast upon those outstretched thin hands. Round the world I travel, I walk till night comes.
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