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Funny, you know. Old pictures always bring back the memories whether you want it or not. It somehow keeps coming back. Could they grant all the wants? the ambition that goes along with deepest prayers and wishes. Beauty's appeared like a plastic bag, blown by the eastern wind and sounds like old typewriter typing. The indispensable dream, and the urge to talk about it over and over, inflicts hesitancy. But, at the other part, you know, everything will happen — eventually.