I was born here. And in my memory it was green and free. I remember playing and exploring. But when I see this I remember the greyness and the tiredness of my father when he came in from work. I don't know whether to cry or smile. Thanks.
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I was born here. And in my memory it was green and free. I remember playing and exploring. But when I see this I remember the greyness and the tiredness of my father when he came in from work. I don't know whether to cry or smile. Thanks.
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