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Our Days
There were many days in that situation, frozen in a problem that seemed endless. Today, I can smile in the face of my weaknesses. Life still offers me this privilege: memories, both good and bad, that have taught me so much. Time passes almost invisibly, and all we can do is follow it, with no chance to turn back.
I believe each of us writes the book of our own life in a unique way. Our book ho...
Tuesday 24th June 2025 8:49 pm
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