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    The Wind The Wind, One Brilliant Day

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    The wind comes to a soul with the scent of jasmine, offering to trade its scent for the scent of the soul's roses. However, the soul has no roses left as all the flowers in its garden are dead, having only withered petals, yellow leaves, and the fountain's water. When the wind leaves, the soul weeps, realizing it has not taken care of the garden that was entrusted to it.

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    The Wind The Wind, One Brilliant Day

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    The wind comes to a soul with the scent of jasmine, offering to trade its scent for the scent of the soul's roses. However, the soul has no roses left as all the flowers in its garden are dead, having only withered petals, yellow leaves, and the fountain's water. When the wind leaves, the soul weeps, realizing it has not taken care of the garden that was entrusted to it.

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    The wind comes to a soul with the scent of jasmine, offering to trade its scent for the scent of the soul's roses. However, the soul has no roses left as all the flowers in its garden are dead, having only withered petals, yellow leaves, and the fountain's water. When the wind leaves, the soul weeps, realizing it has not taken care of the garden that was entrusted to it.

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    The Wind The Wind, One Brilliant Day

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    The wind comes to a soul with the scent of jasmine, offering to trade its scent for the scent of the soul's roses. However, the soul has no roses left as all the flowers in its garden are dead, having only withered petals, yellow leaves, and the fountain's water. When the wind leaves, the soul weeps, realizing it has not taken care of the garden that was entrusted to it.

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    The Wind

    The wind, one brilliant day, called


    to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

    "In return for the odor of my jasmine,


    I'd like all the odor of your roses."

    "I have no roses; all the flowers


    in my garden are dead."

    "Well then, I'll take the withered petals


    and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."

    the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:


    "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"

    Antonio Machado

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