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In the pursuit to find solace outside we loose contact to our inner selves
I” surrounded the cloud of his imagination He painted the glamour of “I” with fascination Laurels of win and sounds of clap“I” was applauded for…
Ralph Waldo Emerson and his son once were struggling to get a calf into the barn. Both father and son were exhausted, pulling and pushing.…
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