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:: LIFE IN SINGAPORE / PHOTOS :: t'was five minutes past the hour of midnight, at the dawn and spark of a new year, thine eyes squint for the blinding sparkles that brighten the darkness within our minds and soar forth into the horizon of thy dilation vision of white remains still and we embrace the promises unwhispered and unmade and smile a deathdealer's smile for the unknown at the morrow's