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On this rainy august morning a feeling of revelation came to me... I realized that we are privileged for having a festive table that feeds us, while many have bashful table who complains for food... Why do we have different clothes to select while so many dress the same worn shroud every day... ? or leather clothing of the own body without any cleanliness...! So at the finale of the journey, we sleep the pseudo sleep of the pure and rewarded we dream that we are gods... While so many, simply faint or die... !

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