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| Protectorate of a land that supplies in times
of famine. Tilled fields, wealth of which its owners boast and spread to the world. They are neighborhood groups that complement each other. There is beauty in rest, there is joy for a simple life that generates work. Solaz encounter of man with his origin. Our field ... a potential without momentum. Dependence on others, until when? Not one more stop while there are no harvesters, while there is a blade in the field! Dr. Abad. |
