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Life is like a mill: it rubs, grinds grain into dust, sifts through a sieve, leaving only the most necessary things...
So it is with human destinies And whoever managed to grow up healthy in the soul, the sieve-fan is not so terrible for him, because if each of us falls, not everyone manages to get up, and if each of us breaks, not everyone manages to grow together to live fully.I heard, experienced, sifted through my own perception, and recorded these stories for you...
All our lives we learn to live...