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Published: April 29th 2008
The tiny flame flickered furiously as it bent to resist external control. Its un-rhythmic dance served to tease its master as the glow swooped and swayed, paying homage to the wind. Rising swiftly upward then all but ceasing to exist, the fire defiantly demanded its audience take heed. In response, two burly hands encircled the performer to which it slowed in tentative obedience. The master was in...
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Ying-the one you met in Malaysia
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hey joy!
Beautiful pictures and a very well-written post.. Traveling vicariously through you. By the way, Musterstation means the place you must gather at when there's an emergency. I know it because I am working on a ship....passenger drills every day...bluek! Happy travels...and if you're still in Europe in June, let's rendezvous. Ying