the breeze day lead me to memory lane driving me through endless doors all the same but different hue it stopped to its destination fish in a pool with nowhere to go I open the that door I go back to the scent of strawberry, cherry blossom, and tea from the 11th street odnot café Hona familiar things made my mind hate to know this day the window that was open, the wind that wasn't as strong that day and the sun wasn't as bright that day that made me think that day was perfect in the middle of both wind and light I felt like the stare of eyes screamed my name as the scene outside the window opened for too long even though they were just cars on the streets I felt something that I would only feel when I was in a courtroom as a defendant. how funny that just a seconds ago I was thinking of something completely different now here I am thinking of it again suffering in this loop of memories I want to get out of here before I do the unthinkable for remembering things that was just a brief moment but I felt it in the morning and night the same scar that hurt yet again. it made me think what if I don't feel anything no anger, no sadness, and no happiness nothing at all how would I be if not for it thought And the cafe walking down the street 5 blocks away from the cafe I encounter my dream camera held by a person's hands across the street the rollieflex 3.5 A(type k4) infront of my eyes what!? is this a dream? is the camera really my dream camera maybe it's a different model to make sure I boldly crossed the street and approached the person handling the camera I politely greeted the person and only then I recognized the beauty of this person's face she greeted me back with sweet smile on her face I wasn't expecting any good response so I was surprise she was friendly, lovely and warm her drink was a cup of butterfly pea flower tea a specialty of the region we talked a lot about photography then it lead to her showing her photobook and she tell me stories of the photos she loved taking there was a single particular photo she said was most memorable of them all she called it "a field of many" the story starts with she was rushing through to get to the port to catch up the boat she was a half a wake inside the bus listening to schubert's string quartet no.13

at that time she was exploring to classical and listening to compiled album of classics

a child sat beside her it was crowded so the child have to be apart from her parent by two chairs the child looked around 8 year old the kid was reading a book and suddenly the kid cried she said so she ask the kid what are you crying about? the kid didn't replied so she asked again kid why are you crying? the kid still didn't replied she dig through her bag and presented a loli but didn't gave it instead challenged the kid with a game if he wins he gets the candy in the end the kid lost the kid was upset so they played another round the kid said this time I'll surely win they had a intense fight as to leading a tie breaker the kid won this time dancing with joy and gave the candy she said at that time she was reminded of her little sister half her age and missed her she arrived at the port and forgot all about rushing and missed the boat she became sad but quickly faded because it was still a lovely day to waste so she wondered around miles and miles to find this a enchanting scenery that made that little sadness go away and took the photo and then she got lost when she was about to tell me about it her phone rang and answer she paused it for a sec and told me do you want to meet tomorrow same place? I replied saying of course I'd like to meet you again

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