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Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

“What is death for a lake? Death for a lake is not to see the mountains on the horizon; not to see the reflections of the trees; not to hear the wings of the birds; not to feel the chilly air in the mornings; not to see the moonlight at nights! Death for a man is the same!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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