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Browsing the internet is tiresome but when you feel that on the part where you glance at the words of the article you read they happen to be a reflection of your online written work. There is silent connection and who would have thought it might be coincidence. Something like a clash of information traveling on the same road passing each other in that one lane divided road. One moving south the other to north. They meet in a snap of seconds. It brings a smile to a poker face. A slight shrugged of shoulder coming from the next laugh. The darkness of a gloomy face brightens in gladness because they never met yet they see through each character which composes the words in every composition.