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“Gözlerimizin pencerelerinde perdeler var! Ya bu perdeleri açıp dünyayı görürüz ya da perdeleri kapalı tutup sadece perdeleri görürüz!”

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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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