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When I was young, mama loved to see me draw with the coloured pencils or they call them crayons? I don’t know. The thing is, every time I drew a small boy playing soccer, she would look at it, [...]

I dreamt about some good deals of God who made the brightest book of children literature the world full of people and colours He made black fall from the sky and covered the earth surface with [...]

I am the strand of black hair amidst white ones. I stand out here, and standing out is never a good thing. So I’ve learnt the art of survival: walking without breathing, retreating myself [...]