Life is given to us in a single copy. And our life is too fleeting. Each of us is a beautiful flower. We have to take care of him. It doesn't matter where this flower comes from-from which continent or island. Every person is life. In each of us there is energy that allows us to live, breathe, create, create a new life. Only flowers really live. They live the days counted out them so desperately blooming, as if they understand the transience of life better than people.
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