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konsep tumbuh lahir dari perjalan penulis yang tak sengaja menemukan sebuah nama kafe di lingkungan tempat tinggalnya. logo kafe yang dibentuk dari kata "Konsep" membuat penulis seketika menatap papan nama itu dengan tulisan kecil kata "tumbuh 2019" yang menarik perhatian penulis memunculkan cerita -cerita kehidupannya sendiri kemudian menuangkan cerita-cerita orang lain.
Tumbuh yang berarti Hidup, bertambah besar atau sempurna atau berkembang menurut kamus besar bahasa Indonesia.
maka Konsep Tumbuh penulis adalah proses atau belajar dari hidup juga pengalaman.
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