Tadany Um refúgio para a alma e um convite à consciência.
and, unwillingly, the fountain of tears opened from the faucet of her eyes, pouring down her face. When the first sobs began to reach her throat, before turning into an audible lament, she suppressed them, swallowed them fiercely, because she didn’t want the children to see her crying, or perhaps didn’t want to show her helplessness before the fears haunting …
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