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just ordinary living

Japanese roses

you will never guess

how ordinary we live

small story real life

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Sometimes we dream of grandeur. But most times we just want to be real. Being real means each of us carries out the daily assignment of life. Often we are blessed with company. There may be some who are alone. Solitude does not mean loneliness. Company does not mean family. A paradox on earth.

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