Githurai ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค๐ฏ๏ธ
Our words are not enough.
The pain is mighty and the loss is heavy.
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Before us, we have a beautiful life that we live, and a very exciting occupation that not only brings happiness but also gives meaning to our life: more active participation in the creation of a common future, in the depths of which we also exist, where our further life unfolds.