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the thunder clapped, and the rain began to fall, first like needles, then thicker and thicker. somewhere in the island was going to accumulate more water than it could hold, and be inundated. he walked from the barrage building end across the barrage, along the bank of the yet-to-complete garden next to the marina gold course, to tanjung rhu...
he climbed up the benjamin-sheare bridge and the view was so much different from that of 15 years ago, where there's no flyer and no sands... now the flyer is grounded firm in bay area, the sands sucks in all bucks from those gamblers from near and far...
if, one day singapore island disappear from the face of the earth, with the rise of sea level, you may not see the flyer, but the sands standing tall above the sea level...
- symbolizing, that gambling pays, only if you own a casino.
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