His name was Yasu. He was a public servant, a modest occupation that suited his quiet demeanour. Yasu was softly spoken; he would always pause and think before saying anything, something that I found rare in this world. To me, …
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I used to write a lot when I was a student. I would write, travel, think, dream, write. I had so much time and so many blank notebooks, so many pens to bleed ink to the end, so many musings …