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“When things start to improve, when the opportunities arise, and when you finally see the results of your hard work, don’t let doubt creep in. You put in the time, faced the struggles, and stayed committed when no one was watching. Own your success with confidence, knowing that you earned every bit of it. Growth isn’t luck—it’s built through persistence.”

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Source: The Other Trench: The WW1 Diary and Photos of a German Officer

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Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“I will remember the perfect oval of your face, the warmth of your throat, the way you hold a pen when you write. Most of all . . .” He cupped my chin, his eyes roving over my upturned face. “I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

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Book:From His Lips

Source: From His Lips

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Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

“His eyes were so impossibly blue, it was like he had the whole sky inside of him.”

Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

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Source: Mists of the Serengeti

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Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti

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Book:Mists of the Serengeti

Source: Mists of the Serengeti