The melody of nature, which was at rest with peace, had a sudden blow. Those who ransacked the coup were called engine sounds of cement trucks.
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I was slowly warming up to be a garbage, but we were not prepared for the cement we were rubbed on.
Now, by joining the foundation of a building, we had a completely different mission. I was able to realize this task only after all the construction was completed and people started living.
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We continued this task for a long time and I was proud of it. At least thanks to us; The idea that people can live their lives in trust has warmed my heart.
This pride led to a smile coming back to my concrete face after a while.
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