The hair of history grays. Its face wrinkles. Its stature shrinks. Even its memory fades. But every day, never failing, it wakes up with the sun and, picking up its pen, it writes an entry in a journal for its children one day to read.
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The hair of history grays. Its face wrinkles. Its stature shrinks. Even its memory fades. But every day, never failing, it wakes up with the sun and, picking up its pen, it writes an entry in a journal for its children one day to read.