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I am
in Seoul
It took me little over a week to realize that I am indeed in Seoul. What struck me to come to this conclusion is unknown but...
unforeseen circumstances do happen, out of the clear blue sky.
Anyway, isn't this nice? At times like this, I wish I was better at taking pictures of the even better venues.
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Right now, I'm sitting by a window wall.
I'm inside, but I'm really outside, soaked.
The rhythm fails to convey a pattern as the rain cloud has brought some cool breeze for a change.
What a relief. Everyone has his or her own hotel, says I.
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so what now
<question mark>
I began to make a list. But I couldn't get past the first item: The Ribbon in the Sky.
What happened to it anyway?
The ribbon was nowhere to be found, let alone the bluest sky.
It all had become colorless, shapeless... tobeless.
I speculated whether the fact that I wasn't aware of my exact location (I could only guess somewhere above the Pacific) had something to do with it.
The time has no meaning in this state, I had concluded.
Looked back, looked forward,
Looked up, and finally, looked down.
So I looked down.
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