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talk not to me of the reality that media shoot at me from morn to evening not of catastrophes or cruelties humans inflict upon each other with never-ending venom speak to me of the delight a newborn gives its parents the joy and pride a child feels mastering its first challenging task the sudden sparkle in the eye of refugees when finally they have reached safety the wordless joy when two have found each other and for a time need nobody else speak to me of all the moments in our daily life that make us proud to be human
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
talk not to me
talk not to me of the reality that media shoot at me from morn to evening not of catastrophes or cruelties humans inflict upon each other with never-ending venom speak to me of the delight a newborn gives its parents the joy and pride a child feels mastering its first challenging task the sudden sparkle in the eye of refugees when finally they have reached safety the wordless joy when two have found each other and for a time need nobody else speak to me of all the moments in our daily life that make us proud to be human
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
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