My memory searches a distant past, where a fisherman and a carpenter worked both the land and the sea.
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Nowadays, it might be challenging to locate someone with decent morals and personality. Furthermore, we shouldn't presume that someone has wonderful character based just on their appearance or their good behavior, just as we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. They may be beneficial to us right now, but circumstances inevitably change. Change happens regularly and frequently in humans. In my opinion there ought to be more trustworthy and honorable people in this society.
Gratia Pieris
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Seldom mentioned, but...without Hermann and Pauline, there would be no Einstein.
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Why I write is in the same vein as why a fisherman fishes. To have a hobby, an interest and a spot on the pier with all my other peers. To be on the water's edge enjoying the ambience, aesthetics, auxiliaries of nature and humanity. And from time to time to cast a thrill, dip my feet and see my reflection. To me that is enjoyable. And in the frame of my eyes, and hopes that is what I want to take home
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"My twin and I came back from a fishing trip with our adored daddy yelling "I hate Daddy! I hate Daddy!" So did the rest of the fishermen on the lake, as we did not know how to stop talking at four."
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My aspirations are like a bird soaring high on the thermals of hope only to be brought down by the falcon of reality.
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