Syalala Conversation with (and by) Bahry

Bahry opened my journal one night, and decided to make a song out of my silly writing. And, he didn’t stop there. He made me sing it on another night, we recorded it. I thought that’s all are the whole process, when suddenly he shared a link to my Facebook.

My voice, ugh.

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