“Sang Pembisik”

He’s the whisperer, the one who always ventures and almost never goes back home. The cloud is his loyal taxi and the wind is the tip of his tounge. He wanders and tells everybody stories that sometimes seem too banal, sometimes seem so inspirational, sometimes inflame the wrath, sometimes hit the reality hard, sometimes tickle the sense of humor, and sometimes are just too naive.

And he might be beside you now…

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