Often the things that pop out of my typewriter regale me, especially when I am trying to say something else and in a different way only to have a kind of metamorphosis take place during the act of typing and―­―­whammo!―­―a concept I hadn't counted on is strutting it's vaudeville on the page.

Poor, remote, vulnerable, girl, women, survivor, loneliness person trying to live for her family are still living in uncountable living environment where women not support women and people not support people.

(ah, that she would never forget, every Slovene has the image of Prešeren engraved on his or her soul),

Written By Paulo Coelho

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