My soul and heart were carried away by the great stroytelling. James Joyce's skill is overwhelming. I experienced the ecstasy of joy in the highest level for a long time. The subtleness is supreme. It can stir high waves for a dead heart. It can sooth the deep hurt for an anguish soul.
It is the right time to tell myself I do like reading and writing. My mind always follows my heart. My soul is born to be a sensor to feel the warmth and coldness of the world and the hearts, and a mirror to display the the consciousness flow. The acquiescence or the utterness both appease the inner turbulence which constantly upsetting me.
My future career will be under this guide. I will do something relating writing.
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