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“You are too immersed in the truth, my friend, you have become a boring person; your soul is impoverished! You need to get into some dreams, get away from reality a little, you need a foggy night; you need to get rich with dreams in the fog!”

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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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