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In the wings of hope, I find my refuge and, in silence, I make my prayer, not always seeing the obstacles that life places before me. I am like a vibrant color that paints pictures which, with time, become moments for those who remain alive in memories, turning into parts of me. I am a gift from God, an eternal learner in the cycles of coming and going. Even as a warrior...

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