February 2012
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it changes everything, when you’re close to me
Somewhere, sometime ago, God saw the line, stretching from the rural parts of North Vietnam to the icy streets of Kingston. Somewhere in that heat of East Coast Park, God lit the spark.
And he didn’t give up, gave me breath, gave me a fuel and kept my flame alive.
Somehow, he decided to pick the needle out of the haystack. The set up: December 2005 — I am sitting on the bathroom...