It was a sad place, especially after a day at the Circle, where all was made with care and love and the gift of a good eye.

Those who suffer are not those at the top, but are the less privileged members of society.

Her words imbued it with a peculiar fragrance; it was no longer just her private organ, but a treasure, a magic, potent treasure, a God-given thing--and none the less so because she traded it day and day out for a few pieces or silver.

عندما يهبط الليل ، يُرجع معه كل المخاوف المختبئة في حنايا أنفسنا منذ الطفولة

Written By Paulo Coelho

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