Man is just a rider behind his age. From day to day, month, and year without feeling. Our breath continues faithfully guiding us to the door of death. Actually this is the world that we distanced and the graves that we approach
Reflection
Reflection
Man is just a rider behind his age. From day to day, month, and year without feeling. Our breath continues faithfully guiding us to the door of death. Actually this is the world that we distanced and the graves that we approach
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Good post bro
Betul betul betul. . . .
Gambarnya bagus, tapi capung yang cantik tersebut juga hama bagi tumbuhan saya di pekarangan rumah, jambu non biji saya selalu jadi sasarannya