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 WORK DISPLAY : Moon hill |
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Moon hill
 
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There was a time I liked to look at the moon by the window, then I felt the marvelous air through the fantastic moon light, and I felt like I was dissolved with the moon, being lonely, quivering with each leaf playing with the moon…
In that quiet and milky atmosphere, I wanted the moon for myself only. I was selfish, did not want to share with anyone even a small piece.
I have been growing up with each moon season and the moon has become… chronic in my veins. The figure of Phoebe could be seen in many photos of mine. However, at once I realized: Living and loving are desires that always clear like the moon, but also vague like the moon.
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