Balili
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Rivers have spirits, much like everything else in nature does.
The spirit of the Balili river never knew what it was like to find friendship in a stranger, in someone who she never thought would make her feel human.
This stranger is a big dreamer who never thought about anything else other than himself. He finds himself drawn to the river, at the beauty of it, and wanted others to see it too.
They both a lesson in life, about trust and dreams, and how it never really works out in the end.
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