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That morning, the sky looked like a giant canvas that had just been painted by a natural painter. White clouds are neatly scattered, such as cotton flakes that float softly on a vast green field. This field, usually quiet at the beginning of the day, now looks like a sacred place for peace and hope.

In the midst of a refreshing green grass, standing a small flower itself but strong. He grew from the ground on the sidelines, facing the sky as if he was applying for a prayer. The flower looked contrast, but beautiful in its simplicity, being a silent witness from a calm morning.

In the distance, the football goal stands without a ball, without a player, only accompanied by the whisper of the wind and the singing of birds. As if the field was waiting not only the game, but also the new stories that would be created.

The wide and open sky gives the impression that today is full of possibilities. Like flowers that grow between concrete and grass, there is hope that secretly blooms in the hearts of anyone standing in this place. Maybe children will come to play, maybe someone is sitting on the edge of ponders, or maybe only eyes that admire the living sky painting.

That morning did not bring a crowd, but presented a deep calm. A moment where time feels slowed, and everything feels maybe under this spacious sky.

Thank you to all my friends who have given me encouragement and opportunities. See you again later in my next post, see you.