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Dear
Someone once told me that when we are born, our hands are in a gripping
state. Like holding something. He said, something that is in that grasp is the
destiny of our lives. Like dreams and love. When we let go of our grip, the destiny
of our lives goes away. So that's when the world will hear our crying for the first
time. But one day, we will find it and return to our hands.
Best regards
Nurul Ikhsan
Dear
Best regards
Jorghi .O. Horman