E mais um dia começa. Que seja um dia abençoado, e nos traga tudo aquilo de bom que a vida nos pode ofertar. Que a Benção Divina seja aspergida sobre nossas cabeças e nos possibilite vencer mais essa etapa de nossa caminhada por este plano. E que Deus nos permita evoluir sempre e nos ajude a compreender nosso irmão, para que possamos estender a mão para quem precisar, sem fazermos julgamentos ou esperarmos recompensas. Que este seja o melhor dia de todos os que já vivemos...


And another day begins. May it be a blessed day, and bring us all the good things that life can offer us. May the Divine Blessing be sprinkled over our heads and enable us to overcome this stage of our journey through this plan. And may God allow us to always evolve and help us to understand our brother, so that we can extend a hand to those in need, without making judgments or expecting rewards. May this be the best day of all we've ever lived...

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