Stolen Sun

If we liken “me” to a house, the body is the garden that surrounds the home. I could, at my own discretion, keep my garden in perfect order or let it fall into disrepair, overgrown with weeds. Not everyone understands the freedom of this choice. Many believe that their garden is dominated by a force that they call destiny. One day I decided to put my garden in good shape and slowly started working. I used the sun and steel as garden tools; the unquenchable radiance of the luminary and metal became my main helpers. And as the fruits ripened on the branches of the cultivated garden. ,

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