August. It's hot. I am still write my book. I have already wrote 100 pages. I think I will write more 100 pages. I am writing about art, creativity and about life of artist in the modern world.
People are strange creations. They like temporary things and don't like timeless verities. People hunt after fame and can not see true love and friendship near oneself. We never know the value of water till the well is dry.
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