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The fragility of life.. always like walking on knife. All the stage of life are often.. pressing, met with love and compassion. As we gets weaker, incapable... deeds of life become miserable. Grief grows as death draws near.. we need every anguish to bear. Counselors and spiritual advisory.. become more and more dearer. No disease makes one realize.. when a close one dies. Good deeds and acts of live.. be our ultimate goal all the time .. We have to make this great progression with peace and without aggression.                                  deovrat - 14.08.2014 (c)
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Final Destination
The fragility of life.. always like walking on knife. All the stage of life are often.. pressing, met with love and compassion. As we gets weaker, incapable... deeds of life become miserable. Grief grows as death draws near.. we need every anguish to bear. Counselors and spiritual advisory.. become more and more dearer. No disease makes one realize.. when a close one dies. Good deeds and acts of live.. be our ultimate goal all the time .. We have to make this great progression with peace and without aggression.                                  deovrat - 14.08.2014 (c)
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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