The search for ones identity brings along the question: "Who am I?". Where is ones place in the family, amongst friends or society? Seeing birds flying high up in the skies I sometimes wish to be one. It is a cowardly way of thinking if one ignores one's life in reality. As a human being, I tried to capture the very expression of one moment, which describes: "I'm sorry". Anyone cannot disappear in a moment.
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