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The village
I have left a village where people don't -
come together, even for a valid reason,
compete, in a more healthier manner,
appreciate, even a better contribution,
spare conscience, for our own children,
believe, in a solidarity of our character,
remember, a purpose of our existence,
spend time, upon fulfilling good intentions,
feel and try, to empathise with others,
ma...
Sunday 7th June 2020 7:21 am
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