Hope

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I always imagine Hope is the light of Sun (whether sunrise nor sunset).
*from what i see, the light of sun is a brilliant idea as the symbol of Hope.


Sun always reminds me whatever happened (or whatever will happen in the future) is a matter of choice in Hope.
And always being sure that whatever I chose has been the best one in hope, Hope around the light.

And at the end, as long as light is still in the air, Hope is together with me.
*that's why i am so thanking to my parents for giving me a birth name: Star :)


Jakarta, Hoping.

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