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The fire glows… Its sound is heard… The place is very noisy, the sound of the iron ringing in the ears. That iron, that hard iron, how it melts in the callous hands of a blacksmith. Sometimes like taking revenge and sometimes loving a kid. It cannot resist when it sees the fire. It takes its shape in time. It all starts with a spark and takes shape in time. Isn't this the same for us? One, two and three… Aren't we quite beaten with repeated blows and carved like a sharp knife in life? We go through a lot of situations until we get this sharpness. While our inside like a glow, outside like a spark. The time shapes human and iron well…
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