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I just finished episode 7, writing this with my eyes swollen from crying and a snot-soaked tissue in hand. The wonderful script, songs, acting, soundtrack, pages redolent of literature, and the harmonious dance of love and hippie culture. I cried with Trin; I felt helpless. It brought back memories of my university self, yearning to work with the desire to bring about change. I remembered the fear of loss. When he hugged Tanwa in episode 6, I cried with the desire to cry freely on the floor when he felt safe. Victor, my love, the part of me that longs to experience passion—pure and beautiful things—with you awakened. You were such a beautiful detail in this series; I loved it. Krailert and Naran, I've longed for your harmony to flirt with each other through words. While one of you risks death to speak out against injustice, the other submits with fear—a superb combination. Veera, my grape cake, your timid yet beautiful way of loving was beautiful. In short, I enjoyed watching it.