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“Each of us is the main character of our story, but we are also minor characters in countless other narratives. ... Right now, as you read this sentence, someone is watching a sunset on the other side of the world, someone is grieving their first heartbreak... Our joys and sorrows are part of a collective thread of life. Recognising the life beyond ours can bring humility”

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