creamy, tightly packed sweet kernels yet infused with the chilli flavour of aromatic spices. Some savor it like gourmets, some gourmands, but a good many take it precooked and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.
we all face doubt sometimes... and now I am like a wooden rod of bamboo. No sooner have you had it bent than it strikes back straight again... the problem lies not in me minding these gymnastics, but is in the people whom my strike hits...
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Great joy or great sorrow makes the world diminish... for eternal wisdom created nothing in vain... why is ...
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His lightness strike my surface like the glittering sun strikes the surface of the salty lakes that surround the oasis. My soul glittered with a thousand stars, and on my surface the reflection of the raw human nature sparkled as the weathered rocks are reacreated inside the lake's glassy waters....with likeness, the conical hills are recreated... for now I can see how in this rawness he is my likeness.
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