Busy Streets and Heartbeats

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New moved to Australia. He manages creative spaces and handles events.

He is in a rush to canvas stuff needed for an art group show. The city is in its usual state. He watches the people elbow to elbow, like busy bees in a hurry. He still cannot imagine that he chose to stay in this place. "This is not me" he always tells himself. But it's the closest place that came to mind when he had to make that big decision of leaving. He continued to people watch when suddenly, he felt the faint sun touching his face. It was a rare experience given all the buildings around.

He acknowledges a heartbeat too familiar to him. He holds his sun-moon necklace, looks up, smiles, and lets out a sigh. 

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