Short Story Rosidi
It's still early . New sunshine while getting out of the contest. Clock in my hand is still showing at seven ten minutes . My swing your legs pedaling a bicycle around the village . A small village in the district of saints . Japan . Thus the name of the village . The village where I was born and building dreams .
I also footpaths . My eyes glanced to the left and right of the road in turn. "It's been a lot has changed , compared to five years ago , when I was living here , " I thought.
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It's still early . New sunshine while getting out of the contest. Clock in my hand is still showing at seven ten minutes . My swing your legs pedaling a bicycle around the village . A small village in the district of saints . Japan . Thus the name of the village . The village where I was born and building dreams .
I also footpaths . My eyes glanced to the left and right of the road in turn. "It's been a lot has changed , compared to five years ago , when I was living here , " I thought.