The little lyrist

When I have plenty more time, I always take the long path going home. In the fields, along the greens, behind my old elementary school. It is always so refreshing, this province.

I used to bump into children holding their instruments, the lyre, drums, cymbals.. The memories of my days flash back whenever I see a kid holding a lyre for I was once that kid.

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Hi, I'm j, 21 years of age. I am a fresh graduate of architecture. I want to explore life to the fullest. And if you want to talk to me, please do.

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