Catatan Dari Perempuan Biasa
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Last published Fri, Nov 4, 2022
Ada banyak hal tentang diri kita sendiri yang kadang tak pernah disadari. Dengan tulisan ini diharapkan kita bisa mengatahui apa-apa yang sebenarnya kita miliki.
Bersyukur memang tak mudah bagi hati yang dilanda gelisah. Tapi ketika memilih tetap tak khufur maka disitu raga akan terpisah dari rasa gelisah.
Selamat mensyukuri nikmat yang telah dititipkan Allah pada alam ini. Temukan dirimu disini.
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