I reflect on life before and now, on the shores of the spiritual haven of my own village, the rippling sea of life. There is no longer any need to go to Karelia (and unfortunately, I can't). Now my own village tells a story: deserted huts, empty villages.
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I reflect on life before and now, on the shores of the spiritual haven of my own village, the rippling sea of life. There is no longer any need to go to Karelia (and unfortunately, I can't). Now my own village tells a story: deserted huts, empty villages.