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January

The morning of January never run like that, The surprise shown is again by the God. The winter day is spraying with rain white, Like the girls dressed in niqab. People is carrying to his house, In a rush, in a job, without notice. They not spend money for a books, They throw the money for fireworks. Otherwise, who to gather fireworks, May be you happy when fire fly to the sky. Too much green Christmas trees, fireworks, People throw it to garbage after one day. I don't know is it dogged livelihood this, The village of spiritual revival is far away. It seems to me in the deep crisis, Society, government, the people may.

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