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A Stranger Birds are chirping, resting on a tree. The dew in the air complements daily groove. The streets, and the meadow all are freed. Free to live, free to doom.   A stranger — Passed me by in that street. He was not like Eliot, Nor was I ––   But the ray of sun is layered. Each layer I see from different angles. And the number of birds chirping on that tree Are counted in the labyrinth where I live.   A labyrinth made of glass, Of fragile but ferocious glass. And I go on with my life, Hoping that I’m not Eliot.   But faraway in the labyrinth I can see The meadow and the streets all are freed Staring and calculating the lives on the street And stoned by the sound of birds chirping.   A stranger — Passed me by in that street. I knew he was not like Eliot, Because all this he ignores and leaves. Written by, Wen Xi

During our recent StudentInk meeting, we did quote writing with the theme of "What would you say to yourself 5 years ago?" Just as how a lengthy blog can let readers in into the craft of an author's mind, quotes allow readers in into the expression of an author's heart. Cheers to the power of words in quotes! ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ ➣~➣~➣ Written by: Our dear StudentInk members🖊❈