In my dreams I'm tall, slender, and grow among the white birches. But the reality is-it just is. There is agreement with God.No tears.
In my life I met people who endured the blows of fate and continued to live , meeting and seeing off every day. This experience resulted in a picture where the tree originally grows in their environment, from a lightning strike it bent. But it has not surrendered. Every spring it is green, delighting the eye and every autumn flushes the fire of their leaves into the water. And they swim, carrying the news of the courage of its wood and its durability.
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