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I have always had a good impression of those who don't speak in meetings. I always feel that the truth lies in the silence of these people. We look at each other and smile with understanding. I always have a good impression of every sunset, but have no feeling for the glorious sun that strides up to the sky and rolls endlessly. When the sun speaks, I always hide far away and get into the shadows of the world. Only in winter, after the cold snap, do I like the sun above my head. It has become warm and not so harsh.
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