It's strange to open my old, dusty book again. The pages are old and they are difficult to read.
This is a book with personal notes, consisting of thoughts and events that have happened over the last decades.
My old notes describe me as young and restless lady in its search for a song that haunts me, a song from something or someone trying to summon me.
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journey to the east
