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The green tea of Mr Lin.

25 pdr

Sometimes it all starts with a whisper. A quiet smell of sentence that gently flows into air and then mix with a milion breaths. And sometimes it all starts without any particular reason. It just happens. Like the smile on a face. With a breeze. With nothing.

Don’t look to close.

Having that said I must admit that I know why Mr Lin did smile on that cloudy morning, when everyone thought he shouldn’t have. I know why.

There those who believe that our fate is already written down and all we can do is to live our life like a passengers. As the opposite there are those who are convinced that there is no such thing as fate and that we create our life.

Mr Lin never thought about such things. He simply enjoyed his life in a very small house with a garden. Sometimes…

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