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I stood at the end of the jetty.

It was dark. The wind was blowing relentlessly.

It was quiet.

Waves lapped against the steps of the jetty, but other than that, nothing was heard.

I was at Punggol Point tonight, here on the whim of a fancy of someone else.

I was at the point where hundreds were executed no 60 over years ago.


I was feeling cold. So cold.

But I was feeling peace, such peace.


It's only when you feel cold and lonely that you notice someone has always been by your side.


I was standing alone. Technically.