A Turkish poet once said;
You say you love the rain, but open an umbrella.
You say you love the sun, but you find a shady spot.
You say you love the wind, but close your windows when it blows.
This made me realize people are in love with the idea of all these things, but not for what they truly are.
So, how is it different with mankind?
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General FictionJust some random thoughts I have and I wanted to keep it here. Feel free to read it ❄️
