Most of the villagers were hiding in the bush, where they were dying from bad water, malaria and malnutrition.

Although when there were too many people around- which there certainly were today- it was hard even to remember to say thank you: all those people were like drowning.

But love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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