Daily bread It happened on my return home from the baker’s shop. I saw the women who stumbled and fell down. The dusty pavement was colored with her blood. As I jumped to help her, I dropped down my bread. As I recall the above, the view of my daily bread on the ground hurts me. Nevertheless, in case the story would repeat itself, I would do everything the same. WOW TWO The acts of kindness come as if out of itself and heal us like the raising dawn. 55.698541 21.147317 Share this:SharePocketRedditPrintEmailLike Loading...
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