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The wind is our friend, anyway, he thought. Then he added, sometimes. And the great sea with our friends and our enemies. And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. 去书内
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  • Cecilia Cecilia

    The old man did not become pessimistic even though he came back with nothing he wanted. He began to think of all the beautiful things around him that made him feel warmer and more content.

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