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Monks fighting invaders, attackers, aggressors, robbers, daylight thieves and foreign legions is not a new thing. It has been done innumerable times in the past ages and monks in monasteries temples pagodas pavilions and caves were specially trained to defend and protect the places of...
When a thick fog engulfed London from December 5 to December 9, 1952, it mixed with black smoke emitted from homes and factories to create a deadly smog. This smog killed approximately 12,000 people and shocked the world into starting the environmental movement.
We need you more than ever, precious waterfall of life.
Walking down the street, there she was, a young woman smiling like a child.
There was a little bit of hope, waiting to be discovered.
Being thankful for what you have, is a big virtue for any human being.
Say goodbye to those little things that once scared you.
For the young man, music was everything.he needed to heal his own soul.
To live, just to enjoy the precious things that life gives to you.
Not everything in this life is only black or white.
Hell on earth; what was I supposed to do? My heart has been gone for a long time so it is time for me to do what I do best. Run.
My darling, you are in my mind,giving me sleepless nights.
If you want to succeed, you know that you must keep walking
Believe it or not, love of mine, I do believe in our love.
Don´t be afraid of trying to turn your dreams into beautiful realities.
For tonight, you are free to express your true self on the dancefloor.
We know how to use our imagination to create beautiful things.
In the darkest hour of the day, I was able to find myself again.
If I call you my friend, you can consider yourself lucky.
Yes, darling. You have to work hard every single day to protect your love from any harm.
This is a little poem about a calm autumn afternoon. Hope you ´ll like it.
Count on me, sweet love of mine. I will always be by your side, holding your hand.
Here is to you, dear writer, for not being afraid of using the words to make a change in the world.
On a clear winter morning, I thought of you, love of mine.
Always remember to think before you speak.Words can hurt.
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