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Jan 2021
We all come from the same place, have the same home. Like water has its own resting place. The wind blows the water towards the surface of this earth. In order to see, feel and hear what is going on. After a brief moment, that same wind pulls the water back home, back to its resting place again.

Only the water that comes into direct contact with the wind quickly finds its way home; it understands. Unlike the water that is swallowed up by the stones and sand of this world. That water takes longer to understand, but it eventually will go back home too. And it takes even longer for it to understand, that holding on to sand and stones isn't going to change anything about that.
Written by
Yousra Amatullah  26/F
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