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*THE SACRED ART OF SAVING*
A river does not swell in a day, and wealth is not built in a moment. The secret of financial security is hidden in one simple principle—saving, no matter how small.
It’s not about how much you earn; it’s about how much you keep. A man who spends all he makes, no matter how vast, is merely one step away from struggle. But the one who saves, even if little by little, builds an empire in silence.
A dime saved is a seed planted. Over time, it grows into a mighty harvest—one that shields you in stormy times and empowers you in golden moments.
*Start today. Save something. Anything. Your future self will thank you*.
*THE SACRED ART OF SAVING* A river does not swell in a day, and wealth is not built in a moment. The secret of financial security is hidden in one simple principle—saving, no matter how small. It’s not about how much you earn; it’s about how much you keep. A man who spends all he makes, no matter how vast, is merely one step away from struggle. But the one who saves, even if little by little, builds an empire in silence. A dime saved is a seed planted. Over time, it grows into a mighty harvest—one that shields you in stormy times and empowers you in golden moments. *Start today. Save something. Anything. Your future self will thank you*.![]()
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TENANT OF THE EARTH
Portrait of a Goddess
Behold the maiden
Who bears earth's sacred name, With shoulders Laden
With men's burden and shame.
When the land goes all aflame is she left
Burnt and bereft
Of glory and fame?
This question weaves a task
For the bard, who still must ask:
Where is our reputation, where our name?
The portrait is broken, broken the frame! And on the barren face of this wasted place
An ominous silence lies From which there does arise stifled, muffled cries...
Who scarifies? Who defies?TENANT OF THE EARTH Portrait of a Goddess Behold the maiden Who bears earth's sacred name, With shoulders Laden With men's burden and shame. When the land goes all aflame is she left Burnt and bereft Of glory and fame? This question weaves a task For the bard, who still must ask: Where is our reputation, where our name? The portrait is broken, broken the frame! And on the barren face of this wasted place An ominous silence lies From which there does arise stifled, muffled cries... Who scarifies? Who defies?0 Comments 3 Shares 152 Views 0 Reviews1
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