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The world is fragile, vulnerable, sensual... It looks like a baby in need of constant protection and love. To be a part of this world, to live in it, is to feel it delicately, not to harm it, to preserve it. Not all people can do this. The selfishness of one's own request often becomes destructive. Humanity, called to preserve, unconditionally destroys its world and, at the same time, itself. It turns out that we are nothing without our precious space of existence - small dust particles raised by the wind - lonely, unhappy, confused. Like a tumbleweed, we roll through the string of days. Clinging to memories, we try to find ourselves. This collection is intended to awaken the conscience. The temple of the soul is our feelings, our authenticity. It is a prayer for the world, for people in the world. We are whole. Read, feel, awaken yourself and your deepest feeling for the world. Live with love.