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The world belongs to those who read, for they hold the keys to infinite doors.
Every book holds a memory, and every memory holds a key to our heritage.
The earth speaks in whispers—slow down and listen.
Time waits for no man, but in its ticking, you find meaning.
In the whispers of the wind through the trees, you'll hear stories as old as time itself.
If it isn’t broken, let’s see how it works.
Through the lens, I tell the stories of the wild things who can't speak for themselves.