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Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and read more
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
Many of the things you can count, don't count. Many of the things you can't count, really count.
Many of the things you can count, don't count. Many of the things you can't count, really count.
Anger is one short letter of danger.
Anger is one short letter of danger.
He who leaves a fault unpunished invites crime.
He who leaves a fault unpunished invites crime.
