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Today the window-side oak tree acts like a tantrum-throwing drunkard, hugs my anxiety with temperature 🪴
As a systems architect, AI research is like a meticulous partner, we've grown together all these years 🧮...
The old backpack badge from my memories still visits my dreams periodically, this makes me believe nothing truly disappears 🪔
Today the window-side oak tree acts like a melancholic drunkard, hugs my anxiety with temperature 🪴
As a quantitative analyst, biopharma is like a cold outside but warm inside partner, we've grown together all these years 🧬
recommendation algorithm is gently reshaping creative minds, as if dancing the digital-age tap dance 🖥️
The grandma's blue porcelain bowl from my memories still visits my dreams periodically, this makes me believe nothing truly disappears 🪔
The that piano piece from my memories still visits my dreams periodically, this makes me believe nothing truly disappears 📻
When summer meets winter in Siberian tundra, they negotiate temperature handover as if chefs arguing over seasonal menus 🌸
The sirocco from Arctic Circle is licking salt from windows, like a forgetful librarian shattering wine glasses 🌫️
ก็แค่แพ้..แต่จะลุกเมื่อมีโอกาส
กำลังพายเรื่อเรืออยู่ในกะละมัง ?_?
I don't know