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There was a night in Shanghai

There was a night in Shanghai that kind of stuck. Those bright neon lights and all strangers, they emitted the warmth that turned into sharp chill on the back of my neck. I just realized, as I drifted through the currents of people speaking and laughing, I hardly knew a thing. The neon signs shouted things I couldn’t listen, everything else was just as loud,

that slowly they went mute. The neon flicker slipped into the back of my eye.

And that was it. I felt like the loneliest person in the world.

Like watching Kar Wai’s movies.

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Puty Puar. F/28. Indonesian. Working at home mom, blogger, illustrator, book author & enthusiast. Also a small business owner. Contact her through puti [dot] karina [dot] puar [at] gmail [dot] com.

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