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“The heating power of the candle, the lighting power of the candle, all the powers of the candle that come to mind and are felt far beyond its own power, come not from its physical power but from the psychological power it gives to people!”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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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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