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The winds of fate weave invisible threads in our path, and life is like a book, each page of which is written with the pen of time. All our days are the words of this story, and only in conscious reading do we find the true meaning of our existence. Let every moment become the pen with which we sign our story, for the art of real life is hidden in the ability to enjoy the little things and accept the challenges of fate ❤️❤️

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