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“The dead leaf comes to life with the wind! He ascends to heights he has never known; migrates to places he never knew; he encounters trees he has never heard of, meets oceans he has never seen! Death takes the soul of the leaf, but the wind gives him a soul again!”

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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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