Inside one of the Axis of Evil. …Every time I take a step to start a new journey, my mind is always peaceful. I want to see how we are the same, how we can still be the same as we live in different cultures or event in another land which is isolated.

The Old Man on Waikiki Beach

It was an ordinary miserable and magical dusk in Hawaii, as the sunset glow stretching the crevice between the distant cumulonimbus and the Pacific Ocean, tinting the hazy horizon fuchsia. Twilight spilled out, illuminating the rest cirrostratus to whitish gold. Fuchsia was the sky fire; gold was the hazy dusk, which backgrounded the atmosphere. The sky remained arctic blue mixed with light orchid purple, extending up to the endless cosmos.

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